“The same town, the same factory, the same people — the same streets, the same faces, the same familiar routines, the same ordinary days passing by in much the same way as they had passed before, following the same patterns and taking the same shape, with the same things remaining in the same places and everything continuing much as it always had. The streets were still the same streets, the faces were still the same faces, the people were still the same people, the factory was still the same factory, and the town was still the same town, with nothing truly different except for what had been written over it. There was simply a different name, a different name placed over the name that had already been there, a different name written across what was already familiar, covering what had existed before without changing what lay underneath it. And beneath that different name, everything else remained exactly as it had been — the same streets, the same faces, the same routines, the same days, the same people, the same factory, the same town, all continuing in much the same way as before, with the change existing only in the name itself while everything else remained as it had always been.”