The Rectodus Society [extra Quality] -

Another man stood. Then another. They began to walk—not efficiently, not directly, but in wavering, zigzagging paths, bumping into chairs and each other. They were learning to deviate. It was the most inefficient thing the Rectodus Society had ever done. And it was glorious.

They called themselves nothing at all. But if you pressed them, the old archivist, Thaddeus, would lean in and say: “We are the Society of the Second Thought. The Committee of the Gentle Bend. The Order of the Open Question.” the rectodus society

“I choose the wall,” he said.

Aldous Vane watched, his jaw clenched. He could pull the lever. He could open the circle and exile them all. But then he would be alone in a room with a straight door, a mis-translated motto, and the sudden, horrifying awareness that a straight line, left to itself, goes nowhere. It just gets longer and longer, until it disappears into a vanishing point. Another man stood