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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

the Voice of Good Feeling. The sound-track roll was

unwinding itself in Synthetic Anti-Riot Speech

Number Two (Medium Strength). Straightfrom the

depths of a non-existent heart, "My friends, my

friends!" said the Voice so pathetically, with a note

of such infinitely tender reproach that, behind their

gas masks, even the policemen's eyes were

momentarily dimmed with tears, "what is the

meaning of this? Why aren't you all being happy and

good together? Happy and good," the Voice

repeated. "At peace, at peace." It trembled, sank

into a whisper and momentarily expired. "Oh, I do

want you to be happy," it began, with a yearning

earnestness. "I do so want you to be good! Please,

please be good and "

Two minutes later the Voice and the soma

vapour had produced their effect. In tears, the

Deltas were kissing and hugging one another–half a

dozen twins at a time in a comprehensive embrace.

Even Helmholtz and the Savage were almost crying.

A fresh supply of pill-boxes was brought in from the

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