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.