A sticky note from We by Yevgeny Zamyatin. It doesn't say much about this book in particular. It just struck me as enjoyably odd: I am calmly and carefully considering each word. It is the equivalent of you sitting in a chair by your own personal bed, crossing one leg over the other, and, with curiosity, watching yourself, your own self, writhe around on that bed.
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