Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [1162]

I turned, leaned my forehead against the glass. Lights, figures, sparks trembled in the black wet mirror. No, it is I, the trembling is within me. … Why did He call me? Does He already know everything about her, about me, about everything? — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 1162

Note

The blending of internal trembling with external reflection.