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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

breast, and one of the plaits of his long hair lying

across her throat, like a black snake trying to

strangle her. Popé's gourd and a cup were standing

on the floor near the bed. Linda was snoring.

His heart seemed to have disappeared and

left a hole. He was empty. Empty, and cold, and

rather sick, and giddy. He leaned against the wall to

steady himself. Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous

Like drums, like the men singing for the corn, like

magic, the words repeated and repeated themselves

in his head. From being cold he was suddenly hot.

His cheeks burnt with the rush of blood, the room

swam and darkened before his eyes. He ground his

teeth. "I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill him," he kept

saying. And suddenly there were more words.

When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage Or

in the incestuous pleasure of his bed

The magic was on his side, the magic

explained and gave orders. He stepped back in the

outer room. "When he is drunk asleep " The knife

for the meat was lying on the floor near the

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