Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [278]

The tautly stretched membrane quivered and recorded silence. No: sharp blows of a hammer against the iron rods, with endless pauses. And I heard—I saw her behind me, thinking for a second. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 278

Note

The translation of internal psychological strain into sensory percussion, making the narrator’s body a literal instrument recording external and internal pressure.