Zelenyi was determined to be true to himself. But who
was he? The problem of identity was precisely one of
Zelenyi’s quanderies. It was so easy for him to be
almost anybody, theoretically and with his intelligence. He had such
a power of assimilation that he was often in danger
of being unable to distinguish the assimilator from the assimilated,
of not knowing among the multiplicity of roles who was
the actor. The amoeba, when it finds a prey, flows
round it, incorporates it, and oozes on. There was something
amoeboid about Zelenyi’s mind. He was like a protoplasmic sea.
Paraphrases from the novel Point Counter Point by Aldous Huxley.