Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [110]

At the glass door, an old woman, all wrinkled, especially her mouth—nothing but folds and pleats, the lips sunk inward, as if the mouth had grown together somehow. It seemed incredible that she would still be able to speak. And yet, she spoke. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 110

Note

A striking, grotesque physical description that captures the ancient woman’s organic integration with the decay of the house.