1 For we are not like our brothers.
2 But we cannot change our bones nor our body.
3 By the grace of our brothers are we allowed our lives.
4 Nothing moves in this tunnel save our hand on the paper.
5 It is as if we were speaking alone to no ears but our own.
6 We exist through, by and for our brothers who are the State.
7 We strive to be like all our brother men, for all men must be alike.
8 Nothing matters save the work, our secret, our evil, our precious work.
9 This is our wonder and our secret fear, that we know and do not resist.
10 It is not good to be different from our brothers, but it is evil to be superior to them.
11 We were just like all our brothers then, save for the one transgression: we fought with our brothers.
12 There are few offenses blacker than to fight with our brothers, at any age and for any cause whatsoever.
13 In the Home of the Students we arose when the big bell rang in the tower and we went to our beds when it rang again.
14 It matters only that the light is precious and we should not waste it to write when we need it for that work which is our crime.
15 When we were five years old, we were sent to the Home of the Students, where there are ten wards, for our ten years of learning.
16 And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the shadow of our one head.
17 And as we look back upon our life, we see that it has ever been thus and that it has brought us step by step to our last, supreme transgression, our crime of crimes hidden here under the ground.
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