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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

seconds, the minute hand of the electric clock above

his bed jumped forward with an almost

imperceptible click. Click, click, click, click And it

was morning. Bernard was back among the miseries

of space and time. It was in the lowest spirits that

he taxied across to his work at the Conditioning

Centre. The intoxication of success had evaporated;

he was soberly his old self; and by contrast with the

temporary balloon of these last weeks, the old self

seemed unprecedentedly heavier than the

surrounding atmosphere.

To this deflated Bernard the Savage showed

himself unexpectedly sympathetic.

"You're more like what you were at Malpais,"

he said, when Bernard had told him his plaintive

story. "Do you remember when we first talked

together? Outside the little house. You're like what

you were then."

"Because I'm unhappy again; that's why."

"Well, I'd rather be unhappy than have the

sort of false, lying happiness you were having here."

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