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Home, home - a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease and smells.

He let out the amazing truth. For a very long period before the time of Our Ford, and even for some generations afterwards, erotic play between children had been regarded as abnormal (there was a roar of laughter); and not only abnormal, actually immoral (no!): and had therefore been rigorously suppressed.

And in effect the sultry darkness into which the students now followed him was visible and crimson, like the darkness of closed eyes on a summer’s afternoon.

Above them, in ten successive layers of dormitory, the little boys and girls who were still young enough to need an afternoon sleep were as busy as every one else, though they did not know it, listening unconsciously to hypnopædic lessons in hygiene and sociability, in class-consciousness and the toddler’s love-life.

Crowds of lower-caste workers were queued up in front of the monorail station—seven or eight hundred Gamma, Delta and Epsilon men and women, with not more than a dozen faces and statures between them.

All right then, said the savage defiantly, I’m claiming the right to be unhappy.

Imagine the folly of allowing people to play elaborate games which do nothing whatever to increase consumption. It’s

Near Shepherd’s Bush two thousand Beta-Minus mixed doubles were playing Riemann-surface tennis.

She looked up with a certain anxiety. 'But you don't think I'm too plump, do you?'He shook his head.Like so much meat.'You think I'm all right.' Another nod. 'In every way?''Perfect.' he said aloud. And inwardly, 'She thinks of herself that way. She doesn't mind being meat.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery.

If after every tempest came such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death.

You remind me of another of those old fellows called Bradley. He defined philosophy as the finding of bad reason for what one believes by instinct. As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.

What you need is a gramme of soma.All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.

But all the same, insisted the Savage, it is quite natural to believe in God when you’re alone-quite alone, in the night, thinking about death …But people never are alone now, said Mustapha Mond. We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it’s almost impossible for them to ever have it.

Till at last the child’s mind is these suggestions, and the sum of the suggestions is the child’s mind. And not the child’s mind only. The adult’s mind too—all his life long. The mind that judges and desires and decides—made up of these suggestions. But all these suggestions are our suggestions!

He had emerged from that crimson twilight into the common electric glare with a self-consciousness intensified to the pitch of agony. He was utterly miserable, and perhaps (her shining eyes accused him), perhaps it was his own fault.

Not so much like drops of water, though water, it is true, can wear holes in the hardest granite; rather, drops of liquid sealing-wax, drops that adhere, incrust, incorporate themselves with what they fall on, till finally the rock is all one scarlet blob. Till

the truth of all that the Savage now said about the worthlessness of friends who could be turned upon so slight a provocation into persecuting enemies.

you can’t make tragedies without social instability.

The light was frozen, dead, a ghost.

Never put off till to-morrow the fun you can have to-day.

I should like a thoroughly bad climate, he answered. I believe one would write better if the climate were bad. If there were a lot of wind and storms,

But if you know about God, why don’t you tell them? asked the Savage indignantly. Why don’t you give them these books about God?For the same reason as we don’t give them Othello; they’re old; they’re about God hundreds of years ago. Not about God now.But God doesn’t change.Men do, though.What difference does that make?All the difference in the world, said Mustapha Mond.

If one’s different, one’s bound to be lonely. They’re beastly to one.

I'd simply love to come with you for a week in July. That is, if you still want to have me.

They’re so hateful, the women here. Mad, mad and cruel. And of course they don’t know anything about Malthusian Drill, or bottles, or decanting, or anything of that sort. So they’re having children all the time—like dogs. It’s too revolting.

I believe that the world’s rulers will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging and kicking them into obedience.

All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny. In

Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly – they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced. That

The Russian technique for infecting water supplies was particularly ingenious. Back

if ever by some unlucky chance such a crevice of time should yawn in the solid substance of their distractions, there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon;

And that, put in the Director sententiously, that is the secret of happiness and virtue—liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny. In

But God doesn’t change.’'Men do, though.’'What difference does that make?’'All the difference in the world.

Just to give you a general idea, he would explain to them. For of course some sort of general idea they must have, if they were to do their work intelligently--though as little of one, if they were to be good and happy members of society, as possible. For particulars, as every one knows, make for virtue and happiness; generalities are intellectually necessary evils.

Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes; to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport. For of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it.

Did you ever feel as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren’t using-you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through the turbines?

Can you say something about nothing? That's what it finally boils down to. I try and I try.

... to be excited is still to be unsatisfied.

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.""In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy.""All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.

... science must sometimes be treated as a possible enemy.

Truth’s a menace, science is a public danger. As dangerous as it’s been beneficent.

One can’t have something for nothing.

And so, resisting the temptation to wallow in artistic remorse, I prefer to leave both well and ill alone and to think about something else.

Nature is powerless to put asunder.

As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons -- that's philosophy. People believe in God because they've been conditioned to believe in God.

What fun it would be' he thought, 'if one didn't have to think of happiness!

For the act of criticizing heightened his sense of importance, made him feel larger.

You can be sure that all laws affecting the welfare of the young are the work of doddering moribund ancients afflicted with angina pectoris, atherosclerosis, prolapses of the infundibulum, fulminating ventricles, and dilated viaducts.

A gramme in time saves nine.

But after all, it's only about four months now since I've been having Henry.