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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

mimed by the Savage, Juliet cried out:

"Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,That

sees into the bottom of my grief?O sweet my

mother, cast me not away: Delay this marriage for

a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal

bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies "

when Juliet said this, Helmholtz broke out in

an explosion of uncontrollable guffawing.

The mother and father (grotesque

obscenity) forcing the daughter to have some one

she didn't want! And the idioticgirl not saying that

she was having some one else whom (for the

moment, at any rate) she preferred! In its smutty

absurdity the situation was irresistibly comical. He

had managed, with a heroic effort, to hold down the

mounting pressure of his hilarity; but "sweet

mother" (in the Savage's tremulous tone of anguish)

and the reference to Tybalt lying dead, but

evidently uncremated and wasting his phosphorus

on a dim monument, were too much for him. He

laughed and laughed till the tears streamed down

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