Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [1193]

If I had a mother, like the ancients: mine—yes, precisely—my mother. To whom I would be—not the Builder of the Integral, and not number D-503, and not a molecule of the One State, but a simple human being—a piece of herself, trampled, crushed, discarded… . — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 1193

Note

The syntactic construction of the final longing, defining maternal relation entirely through vulnerability and non-identity with the State.