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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

Civilization. You know the sort of stuff. 'What I think

of the Civilized Girl.' Just a few words, a very few "

The Savage obeyed with a disconcerting

literalness. Five words he uttered and no more-five

words, the same as those he had said to Bernard

about the Arch-Community-Songster of Canterbury.

"Háni! Sons éso tse-ná!" And seizing the reporter by

the shoulder, he spun him round (the young man

revealed himself invitingly well-covered), aimed and,

with all the force and accuracy of a champion foot-

and-mouth-baller, delivered a most prodigious kick.

Eight minutes later, a new edition of The

Hourly Radio was on sale in the streets of London.

"HOURLY RADIO REPORTER HAS COCCYX KICKED

BY MYSTERY SAVAGE," ran the headlines on the

front page. "SENSATION IN SURREY."

"Sensation even in London," thought the

reporter when, on his return, he read the words.

And a very painful sensation, what was more. He

sat down gingerly to his luncheon.

Undeterred by that cautionary bruise on

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