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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

mocked him through his misery and remorse,

mocked him with how hideous a note of cynical

derision! Fiendishly laughing, they had insisted on

the low squalor, the nauseous ugliness of the

nightmare. Now, suddenly, they trumpeted a call to

arms. "O brave new world!" Miranda was

proclaiming the possibility of loveliness, the

possibility of transforming even the nightmare into

something fine and noble. "O brave new world!" It

was a challenge, a command.

"No shoving there now!" shouted the Deputy

Sub-Bursar in a fury. He slammed down he lid of his

cash-box. "I shall stop the distribution unless I have

good behaviour."

The Deltas muttered, jostled one another a

little, and then were still. The threat had been

effective. Deprivation of soma–appalling thought!

"That's better," said the young man, and

reopened his cash-box.

Linda had been a slave, Linda had died;

others should live in freedom, and the world be

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