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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

creeping of sleep.

"I suppose Epsilons don't really mind being

Epsilons," she said aloud.

"Of course they don't. How can they? They

don't know what it's like being anything else. We'd

mind, of course. But then we've been differently

conditioned. Besides, we start with a different

heredity."

"I'm glad I'm not an Epsilon," said Lenina,

with conviction.

"And if you were an Epsilon," said Henry,

"your conditioning would have made you no less

thankful that you weren't a Beta or an Alpha." He

put his forward propeller into gear and headed the

machine towards London. Behind them, in the west,

the crimson and orange were almost faded; a dark

bank of cloud had crept into the zenith. As they flew

over the crematorium, the plane shot upwards on

the column of hot air rising from the chimneys, only

to fall as suddenly when it passed into the

descending chill beyond.

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