Stanislaw LEM. Solaris (№ 382735)

Who did this? Who did this to us? Gibaryan? Gaze? - Einstein? Plato? You know, it was all killer. Think about it, the rocket man can burst like a bubble, or to freeze, or fry, or so quick to bleed that even the same shout, and then only the bones knocking on the metal, circling Newtonian orbits with Einstein's amendment, our rattles of progress! And we willingly... because it is a great road... we came... and in those cubbyholes on these plates, among the Immortals dishwashers, with a group of faithful wardrobes, devoted closets, we realized... look, Calvin. If I wasn't drunk, don't talk so, but in the end it needs someone to say. Who is to blame? Sitting here like a child in a slaughterhouse, and your hair is growing... Whose fault is it? Answer to myself...