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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

clear voice: "My father!"

The word (for "father" was not so much

obscene as–with its connotation of something at one

remove from the loathsomeness and moral obliquity

of child-bearing–merely gross, a scatological rather

than a pornographic impropriety); thecomically

smutty word relieved what had become a quite

intolerable tension. Laughter broke out, enormous,

almost hysterical, peal after peal, as though it

would never stop. My father–and it was the Director!

My father! Oh Ford, oh Ford! That was really too

good. The whooping and the roaring renewed

themselves, faces seemed on the point of

disintegration, tears were streaming. Six more test-

tubes of spermatozoa were upset. My father!

Pale, wild-eyed, the Director glared about

him in an agony of bewildered humiliation.

My father! The laughter, which had shown

signs of dying away, broke out again more loudly

than ever. He put his hands over his ears and

rushed out of the room.

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