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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

Chapter Eleven

AFTER the scene in the Fertilizing Room, all

upper-caste London was wild to see this delicious

creature who had fallen on his knees before the

Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning–or rather

the ex-Director, for the poor man had resigned

immediately afterwards and never set foot inside the

Centre again–had flopped down and called him (the

joke was almost too good to be true!) "my father."

Linda, on the contrary, cut no ice; nobody had the

smallest desire to see Linda. To say one was a

mother–that was past a joke: it was an obscenity.

Moreover, she wasn't a real savage, had been

hatched out of a bottle and conditioned like any one

else: so couldn't have really quaint ideas. Finally–

and this was by far the strongest reason for people's

not wanting to see poor Linda–there was her

appearance. Fat; having lost her youth; with bad

teeth, and a blotched complexion, and that figure

(Ford!)–you simply couldn't look at her without

feeling sick, yes, positively sick. So the best people

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