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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

is an individual?" With a sweeping gesture he

indicated the rows of microscopes, the test-tubes,

the incubators. "We can make a new one with the

greatest ease–as many as we like. Unorthodoxy

threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it

strikes at Society itself. Yes, at Society itself," he

repeated. "Ah, but here he comes."

Bernard had entered the room and was

advancing between the rows of fertilizers towards

them. A veneer of jaunty self-confidence thinly

concealed his nervousness. The voice in which he

said, "Good-morning, Director," was absurdly too

loud; that in which, correcting his mistake, he said,

"You asked me to come and speak to you here,"

ridiculously soft, a squeak.

"Yes, Mr. Marx," said the Director

portentously. "I did ask you to come to me here.

You returned from your holiday last night, I

understand."

"Yes," Bernard answered.

"Yes-s," repeated the Director, lingering, a

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