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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

"We–want–the whip! We–want "

And all of a sudden they had what they

wanted.

"Strumpet!" The Savage had rushed at her

like a madman. "Fitchew!" Like a madman, he was

slashing at her with his whip of small cords.

Terrified, she had turned to flee, had tripped

and fallen in the heather. "Henry, Henry!" she

shouted. But her ruddy-faced companion had bolted

out of harm's way behind the helicopter.

With a whoop of delighted excitement the

line broke; there was a convergent stampede

towards that magnetic centre of attraction. Pain

was a fascinating horror.

"Fry, lechery, fry!" Frenzied, the Savage

slashed again.

Hungrily they gathered round, pushing and

scrambling like swine about the trough.

"Oh, the flesh!" The Savage ground his

teeth. This time it was on his shoulders that the

whip descended. "Kill it, kill it!"

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