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The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.

Yevgeny Zamyatin

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Yevgeny Zamyatin
Age: 53 †
Born: 1884
Born: January 1
Died: 1937
Died: January 1
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Yevgeny Ivanovich Zamyatin
Eugene Zamyatin
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