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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley


            his shoulders. "But they go such a little way. They


            aren't important  enough, somehow. I feel I could do


            something much more important. Yes, and more


            intense, more violent. But what? What  is there


            more important to say? And how can one be violent


            about the sort of things one's expected to write



            about? Words can be like X-rays, if you use them


            properly–they'll go through anything. You read and


            you're pierced. That's one of the  things I try to


            teach my students–how to write piercingly. But what


            on earth's the good of being pierced by an article


            about a Community Sing, or the latest improvement


            in scent organs? Besides, can you make words really


            piercing–you know, like the very hardest X-rays–


            when you're writing about that sort of thing? Can


            you say something about nothing? That's what it


            finally boils down to. I try and I try …"



                           "Hush!" said Bernard suddenly, and lifted a


            warning finger; they listened. "I believe there's


            somebody at the door," he whispered.


                           Helmholtz got up, tiptoed across the room,






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