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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley
black and khaki army of labourers was busy
revitrifying the surface of the Great West Road. One
of the huge travelling crucibles was being tapped as
they flew over. The molten stone poured out in a
stream of dazzling incandescence across the road,
the asbestos rollers came and went; at the tail of an
insulated watering cart the steam rose in white
clouds.
At Brentford the Television Corporation's
factory was like a small town.
"They must be changing the shift," said
Lenina.
Like aphides and ants, the leaf-green
Gamma girls, the black Semi-Morons swarmed
round the entrances, or stood in queues to take
their places in the monorail tram-cars. Mulberry-
coloured Beta-Minuses came and went among the
crowd. The roof of the main building was alive with
the alighting and departure of helicopters.
"My word," said Lenina, "I'm glad I'm not a
Gamma."
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