Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
Sixty-two thousand four hundred repetitions make one truth. Idiots!
Take a holiday from reality whenever you like, and come back without so much as a headache or a mythology.
girl to pneumatic girl
Every one says I’m awfully pneumatic
Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself.
being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
For the sake of the labourers; it would be sheer cruelty to afflict them with excessive leisure.
You can’t play Electro-magnetic Golf according to the rules of Centrifugal Bumble-puppy.’
Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.’
from his vantage point, he seemed to be looking out on to the incarnation of a divine being. But who was he to be pampered with the daily and hourly sight of loveliness? Who was he to be living in the visible presence of God? All he deserved to live in
was some filthy sty, some blind hole in the ground.