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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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