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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

still soft to the touch. The crooked parody of

Mitsima's, his own stood beside it. Looking at the

two pots, he had to laugh.

"But the next one will be better," he said,

and began to moisten another piece of clay.

To fashion, to give form, to feel his fingers

gaining in skill and power–this gave him an

extraordinary pleasure. "A, B, C, Vitamin D," he

sang to himself as he worked. "The fat's in the liver,

the cod's in the sea." And Mitsima also sang–a song

about killing a bear. They worked all day, and all

day he was filled with an intense, absorbing

happiness.

"Next winter," said old Mitsima, "I will teach

you to make the bow."

He stood for a long time outside the house,

and at last the ceremonies within were finished. The

door opened; they came out. Kothlu came first, his

right hand out-stretched and tightly closed, as

though over some precious jewel. Her clenched

hand similarly outstretched, Kiakimé followed. They

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