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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

"Oh, my dear, my dear." The torrent of

words flowed sobbingly. "If you knew how glad–after

all these years! A civilized face. Yes, and civilized

clothes. Because I thought I should never see a

piece of real acetate silk again." She fingered the

sleeve of Lenina's shirt. The nails were black. "And

those adorable viscose velveteen shorts! Do you

know, dear, I've still got my old clothes, the ones I

came in, put away in a box. I'll show them you

afterwards. Though, of course, the acetate has all

gone into holes. But such a lovely white bandolier–

though I must say your green morocco is even

lovelier. Not that it did me much good, that

bandolier." Her tears began to flow again. "I

suppose John told you. What I had to suffer–and not

a gramme of soma to be had. Only a drink of mescal

every now and then, when Popé used to bring it.

Popé is a boy I used to know. But it makes you feel

so bad afterwards. the mescal does, and you're sick

with the peyotl; besides it always made that awful

feeling of being ashamed much worse the next day.

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