And yet that same Gloucester had called them ever-gentle gods. Besides, thy best of rest is sleep and that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st thy death which is no more. No more than sleep. Sleep. Perchance to dream

"Yes; but what sort of science?" asked Mustapha Mond sarcastically. "You've had no scientific training, so you can't judge. I was a pretty good physicist in my time. Too good–good enough to realize that all our science is just a cookery book, with an orthodox theory of cooking that nobody's allowed to question, and a list of recipes that mustn't be added to except by special permission from the head cook. I'm the head cook now. But I was an inquisitive young scullion once. I started doing a bit of cooking on my own. Unorthodox cooking, illicit cooking. A bit of real science, in fact." He was silent."What happened?" asked Helmholtz Watson.The Controller sighed. "Very nearly what's going to happen to you young men. I was on the point of being sent to an island."The words galvanized Bernard into violent and unseemly activity. "Send me to an island?" He jumped up, ran across the room, and stood gesticulating in front of the Controller. "You can't send me. I haven't done anything. lt was the others. I swear it was the others." He pointed accusingly to Helmholtz and the Savage. "Oh, please don't send me to Iceland. I promise I'll do what I ought to do. Give me an-other chance. Please give me another chance." The tears began to flow. "I tell you, it's their fault," he sobbed. "And not to Iceland. Oh please, your fordship, please ..." And in a paroxysm of abjection he threw himself on his knees before the Controller. Mustapha Mond tried to make him get up; but Bernard persisted in his grovelling; the stream of words poured out inexhaustibly. In the end the Controller had to ring for his fourth secretary."Bring three men," he ordered, "and take Mr. Marx into a bedroom. Give him a good soma vaporization and then put him to bed and leave him."

Synthetic Anti-Riot Speech Number Two (Me-dium Strength)

averted his eyes

Her voice suddenly died into an almost inaudible breathless croaking.

undefiled by contact with the reality of this real London

He felt the hot tears welling up behind his eyelids as he recalled the words and Linda's voice as she repeated them.

vaguely and uncomprehendingly smiling. Her pale, bloated face wore an expression of imbecile happiness.

Not that there were many visitors anyhow: or any reason why there should be many visitors

between a first-class hotel and a feely-palace

Linda was dying in company

One of the principal functions of a friend is to suffer (in a milder and symbolic form) the punishmentsthat we should like, but are unable, to inflict upon our enemies.

treatment. Sometimes, you know, the standard passion surrogate isn'tquite ...""Oh, for Ford's sake," said Lenina, breaking her stubborn silence, "shutup!" And she turned back to her neglected embryos.A V.P.S. treatment indeed! She would have laughed, if she hadn't beenon the point of crying. As though she hadn't got enough V. P. of her own! She sighed profoundly as she refilled her syringe. "John," she murmured to herself, "John ..." Then "My Ford," she wondered, "have I given this one its sleeping sickness injection, or haven't I?" She simplycouldn't remember. In the end, she decided not to run the risk of let-ting it have a second dose, and moved down the line to the next bot-tle.Twenty-two years, eight months, and four days from that moment, a promising young Alpha-Minus administrator at Mwanza-Mwanza was todie of trypanosomiasis–the first case for over half a century. Sighing, Lenina went on with her work.

she could not imagine what extraordi-nary thoughts.

In the cinematographic twilight,

Bernard went off in a huff. Never, he told himself, never would he speak to Helmholtz again.

.. He shuthis eyes, he shook his head with the gesture of a dog shaking its ears as it emerges from the water.

Miranda

what I've dreamt of all my life

never really hated him because he had never been able to say how much he hated him

the lovely music that came out of a box, and all the nice games you could play, and the delicious things to eat and drink, and the light that came when you pressed a little thing in the wall, and the pictures that you could hear and feel and smell, as well as see, and another box for making nice smells, and the pink and green and blue and silver houses as high as mountains, and everybody happy and no one ever sad or angry, and every one belonging to every one else, and the boxes where you couldsee and hear what was happening at the other side of the world, and babies in lovely clean bottles–everything so clean, and no nasty smells, no dirt at all–and people never lonely, but living together and being so jolly and happy, like the summer dances here in Malpais, but much happier, and the happiness being there every day, every day. ...

She lay in bed and was sad

His head banged against the wall. "Little idiot!" she shouted; and then, suddenly, she began to slap him. Slap, slap ..."Linda," he cried out. "Oh, mother, don't!""I'm not your mother. I won't be your mother.""But, Linda ... Oh!" She slapped him on the cheek."Turned into a savage," she shouted. "Having young ones like an ani-mal ... If it hadn't been for you, I might have gone to the Inspector, I might have got away. But not with a baby. That would have been too shameful."

she was lying on her stomach

It's like living with lunatics

It reminds me of a lower-caste Community Sing

Lenina was not listening. She was watching the old man.

It upset me very much at the time. More than it ought to have done, I dare say. Because, after all, it's the sort of accident that might have happened to any one; and, of course, the social body persists although the com-ponent cells may change." But this sleep-taught consolation did not seem to be very effective. Shaking his head, "I actually dream about itsometimes," the Director went on in a low voice. "Dream of being woken up by that peal of thunder and finding her gone; dream of searching and searching for her under the trees." He lapsed into the silence of reminiscence.

He pencilled his initials–two small pale letters abject at the feet of Mustapha Mond

All the same," Lenina insisted. "I do like him. He has such awfully nicehands. And the way he moves his shoulders–that's very attractive." She sighed. "But I wish he weren't so odd.

Myself and nasty. Not somebody else, however jolly.

Apparently, for going walks in the Lake District; for that was what he now proposed. Land on the top of Skiddaw and walk for a couple of hours in the heather. "Alone with you, Lenina.""But, Bernard, we shall be alone all night."Bernard blushed and looked away. "I meant, alone for talking," he mumbled."Talking? But what about?" Walking and talking–that seemed a very odd way of spending an afternoon.

what was there that one could do in private

her transfigured face was at once an accusation and an ironical re-minder of his own separateness

now prone or supine dancers

He slipped into the nearest of them as inconspicuously as he could and prepared to frown at the yet later comers whenever they should arrive

Big Henry sounded the hour

they might have been twin embryos gently rocking together on the waves of a bottled ocean of blood-surrogate.

The electric sky-signs effectively shut off the outer darkness. "CALVIN STOPES AND HIS SIXTEEN SEXOPHONISTS." From the façade of the new Abbey the giant letters invitingly glared. "LONDON'S FINEST SCENT AND COLOUR ORGAN. ALL THE LATEST SYNTHETIC MUSIC."

They had heard the words repeated a hundred and fifty times every night for twelve years

a landmark

a bell and the screech of whistles

wishing, as he spoke the words, that he could have as many girls as Helmholtz did, and with as little trouble

How bitterly he envied men like Henry Foster and Benito Hoover

am I, and wish I wasn't

In the red darkness glinted innumerable rubies

she thinks of herself as meat

But they used to

a thing called the soul

Because I do want to see a Savage Reservation

Bernard hated them, hated them. But they were two, they were large, they were strong.

One feels one would like to pet him. You know. Like a cat

"Has any of you ever encountered an insurmountable obstacle?"The question was answered by a negative silence.

"Ford's in his flivver," murmured the D.H.C. "All's well with the world."

stability. The primal and the ulti-mate need. Stability.

at your age

a particularly sensible girl

brood

darkness, disease, and smells

downwards

Henry

you're taught no history

History is bunk

Mustapha Mond

ordi-nary erotic play

at least as much apparatus as the most complicated of existing games

Here the Director made asign of the T on his stomach and all the students reverently followed suit.

ost historical facts are unpleas-ant

nature is powerless

gaily-coloured images of pussy and cock-a-doodle-doo and baa-baa black sheep

stiffly twitching bod-ies relaxed

distorted with terror.

To improve their sense of balance

making people like their unescapable social destiny

an Epsilon embryo must have an Epsilon environment as well as an Epsilon heredity

World controllers," but correcting himself, said "future Directors of Hatcheries," instead.The D.H.C. acknowledged the compliment with a smile.

out of the realm of mere slavish imitation of nature into the much more in-teresting world of human invention

One egg, one embryo, one adult-normality. But a bokanovskified egg will bud, will proliferate, will divide. From eight to ninety-six buds, and every bud will grow into a perfectly formed embryo, and every embryo into a full-sized adult. Making ninety-six human beings grow where only one grew before. Progress.

fertilizing process; spoke first, of course, of its surgical introduc-tion–"the operation undergone voluntarily for the good of Society, not to mention the fact that it carries a bonus amounting to six months' salary"; continued with some account of the technique for preserving the excised ovary alive and actively developing; passed on to a consid-eration of optimum temperature, salinity, viscosity; referred to the liq-uor in which the detached and ripened eggs were kept; and, leading his charges to the work tables, actually showed them how this liquor was drawn off from the test-tubes; how it was let out drop by drop onto the specially warmed slides of the microscopes; how the eggs which it contained were inspected for abnormalities, counted and transferred to a porous receptacle; how (and he now took them to watch the operation) this receptacle was immersed in a warm bouillon containing free-swimming spermatozoa–at a minimum concentration of one hundred thousand per cubic centimetre, he insisted; and how, after ten minutes, the container was lifted out of the liquor and its contents re-examined; how, if any of the eggs remained unfertilized, itwas again immersed, and, if necessary, yet again; how the fertilized ova went back to the incubators; where the Alphas and Betas re-mained until definitely bottled; while the Gammas, Deltas and Epsilonswere brought out again, after only thirty-six hours, to undergo Bo-kanovsky's Process.

in this year of stability

frozen, dead, a ghos

corpse-coloured rubber