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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

knew were bad names. One day they sang a song

about her, again and again. He threw stones at

them. They threw back; a sharp stone cut his cheek.

The blood wouldn't stop; he was covered with blood.

Linda taught him to read. With a piece of

charcoal she drew pictures on the wall–an animal

sitting down, a baby inside a bottle; then she wrote

letters. THE CAT IS ON THE MAT. THE TOT IS IN

THE POT. He learned quickly and easily. When he

knew how to read all the words she wrote on the

wall, Linda opened her big wooden box and pulled

out from under those funny little red trousers she

never wore a thin little book. He had often seen it

before. "When you're bigger," she had said, "you

can read it." Well, now he was big enough. He was

proud. "I'm afraid you won't find it very exciting,"

she said. "But it's the only thing I have." She

sighed. "If only you could see the lovely reading

machines we used to have in London!"He began

reading. The Chemical and Bacteriological

Conditioning of the Embryo. Practical Instructions for

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