“So all right, then, he thought bitterly, it means I'm a poor soldier. Or rather, I'm just a soldier. And no more than a soldier. That selfsame soldier who doesn't know how to reflect on things, so he has to obey blindly. And I'm not any kind of chess partner or ally of the Great Strategist, but just a tiny little cog in his colossal machine, and my place is not at the table in his inscrutable game but beside Wang, with Uncle Yura, with Selma . . .”
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Arkady Strugatsky,
Град обреченный