The isolationism many of the Hungarians choose seems to be manifest in Uzdy with his wild ideas of replacing the number system with units of 12. It’s all mad, but then there is nobody to tell him otherwise because he’s also such a wildcard threat.

“The tall elongated figure silhouetted against the butter-yellow building was like an exclamation mark after a cry of menace.”

I like how Baliant felt sad for Uzdy.