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And then I hit that wall. There was a mystery.
No. 96 was not where it was supposed to be, thus we couldn't be sure that no. 32 was where it wasn't appropriately. I found the predicament intoxicating as a thinker and traveler, and for a while (because this was the first time I'd been in such an obvious situation of plot) I waited for something to happen….

And then I hit that wall. There was a mystery.
No. 96 was not where it was supposed to be, thus we couldn't be sure that no. 32 was where it wasn't appropriately. I found the predicament intoxicating as a thinker and traveler, and for a while (because this was the first time I'd been in such an obvious situation of plot) I waited for something to happen….

And then I hit that wall. There was a mystery.
No. 96 was not where it was supposed to be, thus we couldn't be sure that no. 32 was where it wasn't appropriately. I found the predicament intoxicating as a thinker and traveler, and for a while (because this was the first time I'd been in such an obvious situation of plot) I waited for something to happen….

Had [House]no. 32 ever taken on a physical form? It must have for us even to think of it….my core function in Comptrolling was monitoring houses that were solid and visible versus those that were invisible….But, it was true that there was little concern for [House]no. 32, only in how it helped one to locate [House]no. 96, nothing about itself. For me to head out as I did in search of it was a radical act.

“I check their numbers….I think I'm afraid people will stop using the numerical system to establish order, that, all of a sudden, people will take it upon themselves to decide how their property should exist logically….They will remove their homes from recognition entirely. The houses move here, and every once in a while, people move their houses. It's that disgusting….”

I simply love this book.

“A long time ago, in my school days, √−1, the square root of minus one, happened to me…One day, Plyapa told us about irrational numbers. I remember I wept, banged my fists on the table, and wailed, "I don't want √−1! Get √−1 out of me! This irrational root burrowed into me…gnawing at me from within- it couldn't be rationalized or neutralized, it was beyond ratio.”

We by Yevgeny Zamyatin

“It wasn't a breach. I was being strategic, because if I couldn't find no. 96 where I had calculated it to be, then how could I know I'd actually found the site where no. 32 wasn't?”

Breach, the city and the city by China Mieville? Yes, even more quantum entanglements!