Then I showed her my 'records' and spoke - very well, I think - about the beauty of the square, the cube, the straight line. She was listening so charmingly pinkly - and suddenly from her blue eyes came a tear, another, a third - straight onto the open page [page 7]. The ink ran. Well now I'll have to rewrite it.
Zamyatin / We / 19
Saturday, 14 July 2012
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