Monday, August 14, 2006

Out of Control

What's the matter with me? I have lost the rudder. The motor soars, the aero quivers and rushes at full speed, but there is no rudder, no controls, and I don't know where I'm flying: down—to crash into the ground in a moment, or up—into the sun, into the flames...

— D-503 (from Yevgeny Zamyatin's novel, We)

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