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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

the Director's room, Bernard drew a deep breath

and squared his shoulders,bracing himself to meet

the dislike and disapproval which he was certain of

finding within. He knocked and entered.

"A permit for you to initial, Director," he said

as airily as possible, and laid the paper on the

writing-table.

The Director glanced at him sourly. But the

stamp of the World Controller's Office was at the

head of the paper and the signature of Mustapha

Mond, bold and black, across the bottom. Everything

was perfectly in order. The director had no choice.

He pencilled his initials–two small pale letters abject

at the feet of Mustapha Mond–and was about to

return the paper without a word of comment or

genial Ford-speed, when his eye was caught by

something written in the body of the permit.

"For the New Mexican Reservation?" he said,

and his tone, the face he lifted to Bernard,

expressed a kind of agitated astonishment.

Surprised by his surprise, Bernard nodded.

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