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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

she was really too pneumatic. Whereas Fifi and

Joanna were absolutely right. Plump, blonde, not too

large And it was that great lout, Tom Kawaguchi,

who now took the seat between them.

The last arrival was Sarojini Engels.

"You're late," said the President of the Group

severely. "Don't let it happen again."

Sarojini apologized and slid into her place

between Jim Bokanovsky and Herbert Bakunin. The

group was now complete, the solidarity circle

perfect and without flaw. Man, woman, man, in a

ring of endless alternation round the table. Twelve

of them ready to be made one, waiting to come

together, to be fused, to lose their twelve separate

identities in a larger being.

The President stood up, made the sign of the

T and, switching on the synthetic music, let loose

the soft indefatigable beating of drums and a choir

of instruments–near-wind and super-string–that

plangently repeated and repeated the brief and

unescapably haunting melody of the first Solidarity

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