The only thoughts worth having are those that take your breath away.
And a mighty cry arose, “The king is dead, the king is dead! Long live the earthworms!”
(And a regal feast they had.)
In a peculiar part of one peculiar City, things resemble each other more than they do themselves.
the slip knots
of the mind.
From a more dimensionally complex view, the study of Man is a survey of surfaces.
In the City, Men operate on “auto pilot,” directed by genetic necessities. The difference with a Revolutionist is that he is at least partially guided by his awareness of certain biological possibilities.