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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

Looking over her left shoulder she could see the

imprint of an open hand standing out distinct and

crimson on the pearly flesh. Gingerly she rubbed the

wounded spot.

Outside, in the other room, the Savage was

striding up and down, marching, marching to the

drums and music of magical words. "The wren goes

to't and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight."

Maddeningly they rumbled in his ears. "The fitchew

nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous

appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs,

though women all above. But to the girdle do the

gods inherit. Beneath is all the fiend's. There's hell,

there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit,

burning scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie,

pain, pain! Give me an ounce of civet, good

apothecary,to sweeten my imagination."

"John!" ventured a small ingratiating voice

from the bathroom. "John!"

"O thou weed, who are so lovely fair and

smell'st so sweet that the sense aches at thee. Was

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