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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

He hated Popé more and more. A man can

smile and smile and be a villain. Remorseless,

treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain. What did the

words exactly mean? He only half knew. But their

magic was strong and went on rumbling in his

head, and somehow it was as though he had never

really hated Popé before; never really hated him

because he had never been able to say how much

he hated him. But now he had these words, these

words like drums and singing and magic. These

words and the strange, strange story out of which

they were taken (he couldn't make head or tail of it,

but it was wonderful, wonderful all the same)–they

gave him a reason for hating Popé; and they made

his hatred more real; they evenmade Popé himself

more real.

One day, when he came in from playing, the

door of the inner room was open, and he saw them

lying together on the bed, asleep–white Linda and

Popé almost black beside her, with one arm under

her shoulders and the other dark hand on her

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