Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [882]

I only managed to snatch a handful of the sheets and thrust them under myself. And now I was riveted to the chair, which trembled with every atom. And the floor under my feet—a ship’s deck. Up and down… — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 882

Note

Conveys acute physical panic by translating internal terror into the motion of inanimate furniture and the floorboards.