Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [497]

And for an instant, I, the sun, the old woman, the wormwood, and the yellow eyes were one, bound firmly together by some invisible veins, and, pulsing through the veins, the same tumultuous, glorious blood… — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 497

Note

A brief, hypnotic expansion of identity where inanimate and animate dissolve into a single circulatory system.