Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — No Headings. It Is Impossible… (1924)
“ A bright clearing. In the clearing, people, or perhaps, to be more exact, beings. Now comes the most difficult part to describe, for this was beyond any bounds of probability. It is clear to me now why I-330 was stubbornly silent about it before; I would not have believed it, would not have believed even her. It is even possible that tomorrow I shall not believe myself, shall not believe my own description in these pages. In the clearing, around a naked, skull-like rock, a noisy crowd of three or four hundred . . . people. Well, let’s call them people. I find it difficult to coin new words. ”
