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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

Indian words. "Now I may teach you to work the

clay."

Squatting by the river, they worked

together.

"First of all," said Mitsima, taking a lump of

the wetted clay between his hands, "we make a little

moon." The old man squeezed the lump into a disk,

then bent up the edges, the moon became a shallow

cup.

Slowly and unskilfully he imitated the old

man's delicate gestures.

"A moon, a cup, and now a snake." Mitsima

rolled out another piece of clay into a long flexible

cylinder, trooped it into a circle and pressed it on to

the rim of the cup. "Then another snake. And

another. And another." Round by round, Mitsima

built up the sides of the pot; it was narrow, it

bulged, it narrowed again towards the neck. Mitsima

squeezed and patted, stroked and scraped; and

there at last it stood, in shape the familiar water pot

of Malpais, but creamy white instead of black, and

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