Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [129]

At that moment I saw only her eyes. I thought: A human being is made as absurdly as these preposterous “apartments”; human heads are opaque, with only tiny windows in them—the eyes. As though guessing, she turned. “Well, here are my eyes. Well?” (Silently, of course.) — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 129

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A brilliant psychological metaphor translating the opacity of the human skull into the architecture of the state’s glass world.