A Wrinkle in Time

Sometimes while reading A Wrinkle in Time to my kids, I fantasize that life in The Netherlands is not unlike life on Camazotz, that I've been "tesserd" here, that IT, the evil brain, is controlling the deadened Dutch population to think in mindless stereotypes, with few exceptions, and that I must use my creativity to find my way back to earth before it's too late, and I, too, am zapped up into ITs unthinking void.