Chapter 4 third chapter
Outside, in the garden it was game time.Six or seven hundred boys and girls stripped naked in the June heat, ran screaming across the grass, played with balls, or squatted silently in twos and threes among the flowering bushes.The roses were in full bloom, two nightingales were whispering in the dense forest, and a cuckoo began to sing out of tune on the top of the linden tree.The hum of bees and helicopters filled the air with drowsiness.
The director and the students stopped to watch the game for a while.Twenty children surround a chrome steel tower.A ball is thrown on the platform at the top of the tower, rolled into the tower, lands in a rapidly spinning disc, and is thrown out of the hole in the side of the cylindrical box, and the children rush to catch it.
"How strange," thought the director, as he turned away, "that in my Lord Ford's day, most of the game equipment was just a ball or two, a few sticks, and maybe a net. It's strange. Think about it." Look, it's stupid to allow people to play all kinds of well-designed games, but not promote their consumption. It's just crazy. Now the management can't prove that a game requires as complicated and elaborate equipment as existing games , or they won't agree." He interrupted himself.
"How charming those two little guys," he said, pointing.
On a small meadow between two tall Mediterranean heather clumps, two children (a boy about seven years old and a girl perhaps a year older) are engaged in early sexual play, as if scientists were about to uncover some mystery .
"Charming, charming!" cried the Director passionately.
"Charming." The children agreed politely, with a condescending smile.They had only recently given up such childish play, and it was impossible not to look upon these two little fellows without a certain contempt.What's so charming?The two dolls are just messing around, little dolls.
"I always thought..." the director was about to continue in the same sad tone when a burst of crying interrupted him.
A nurse appeared in the nearby bushes, dragging a little boy by the hand, who was howling as he walked.An anxious little girl staggered behind the nurse.
"What's going on?" asked the director.
The nurse shrugged. "It's nothing serious," she replied. "The boy doesn't seem to want to take part in the usual sexual play. I've noticed it two or three times before, and today he did it again. He just called..."
"Really," interposed the anxious-looking girl, "I didn't mean to hurt him, or anything else, really."
"Of course you didn't mean to hurt him, my dear," the nurse reassured her, "so," she continued, turning to the director, "I'm going to take him to the assistant director of psychology and see if there's anything wrong with him. .”
"That's right," said the Director, "you just take him in. You stay here, little girl." The nurse walked away with the still howling boy.The director said, "What's your name?"
"Pola Trotsky."
"The name is pretty good too," said the director. "Come on, let's see if you can find another boy to play with you."
The little girl ran off in a hurry and disappeared into the bushes.
"Wonderful little thing!" said the director, looking at her, and then turning to the students, "What I want to tell you now," he said, "may sound unbelievable, but when you don't know history , most of the past sounds unbelievable."
He told some startling facts.Long before my Lord Ford's time, and for many generations since then, sexual play among children was considered abnormal (a burst of laughter); ), and were therefore severely suppressed.
Surprised, disbelieving expressions appeared on the faces of those who listened to him.Can't even make the poor little baby happy?They couldn't believe it.
"Not even teenagers," the director went on, "even teenagers like you..."
"impossible!"
"Absolutely nothing but a little sneaky narcissistic behavior and homosexuality."
"Nothing at all?"
"Most people don't until they turn twenty."
"Twenty?" the students yelled together, in disbelief.
"Twenty," repeated the director, "I told you, it's unbelievable."
"But what happened then?" asked the students. "What happened?"
"It turned out to be terrible," broke in a deep voice, startling everyone.
They turned to look.Beside the crowd stood a stranger—middle height, black hair, hooked nose, full red lips, dark eyes, piercing.
"Terrible," the man repeated.
By this time the director had sat down on a steel-framed rubber stool--the kind of benches that were found everywhere in the garden for convenience.But as soon as he saw the stranger, he jumped up, stretched out his hands, and ran up, baring all his big teeth, and grinning all over his face.
"President! What a stroke of luck! Children! What are you thinking? This is the President, that is."
Four thousand electric clocks in the four thousand rooms in the center struck four o'clock at the same time.The trumpet uttered a voice not of flesh and blood:
"The former day shift is off work. The second day shift is taking over. The former day shift is off work..."
On the elevator to the locker room, when Henry Foster and the assistant director of the Conditioning Center saw Bernard Marx from the Psychological Bureau, they turned their faces away rather unceremoniously, avoiding that person with a bad reputation.
The faint hum and the slight tick of the machinery still vibrated the scarlet air in the embryo chamber.Teams alternate, and lupus-like faces are replaced by lupus-like faces; the conveyor belt is always moving forward solemnly with the men and women of the future.
Lenina Crown walked briskly towards the door.
Exit Mustapha Mondford!The eyes of the saluting students almost popped out of their heads.Mustapha Mond!The president stationed in Western Europe!One of the top ten presidents in the world, one of the ten presidents... And he sat down, he sat down on the bench next to the director, and he will stay a while, wait, yes, actually To speak to them...to hear directly from authority, directly from the mouth of Fu Xia.
Two children in shrimp-brown clothes came out of the nearby bushes, looked at them with big surprised eyes, and went back to being merry among the leaves.
"You all remember," said the President in a deep, deep voice, "you all remember, I suppose, our Ford Forte's beautifully inspired words: History is all bullshit. History," he repeated slowly, "It's all nonsense."
He waved his hand, as if brushing off some dust with an invisible feather duster.That mote is, is; a little cobweb, is and Babylon; and.brush.Brush - where did it go?Where did you go? , Where did Shakyamuni and Jesus go?Brush - the ancient mote called Athens, Rome, Jerusalem, and so on are all gone.Swipe, the place originally called Italy is empty.Brush, cathedral; brush, brush, thoughts.Brush, Passion; Brush, Requiem; Brush, Symphony; Brush...
"Going to see a sensual movie tonight, Henry?" asked the Assistant Director of Destiny. "I hear that new movie at the Alhambra is top-notch; Brilliant. Every hair on the bear is clearly visible. The most amazing tactile effect.”
"Therefore, there will be no history lessons for you," said the president, "but now the time has come..." The director looked at him nervously.There were bizarre rumors that some ancient forbidden books were hidden in a safe in the President's study. The Bible, poetry—what the hell, Ford knows!
Mustapha Mond's red lips pursed ironically to meet his anxious gaze.
"No problem, Director," the president said with a slight sarcasm, "I won't corrupt them."
The director panicked and didn't know what to do.
He who feels despised should act despised.Bernard Marx smiled contemptuously.Every hair on the bear is clearly visible, indeed.
"I'm going to see it and take it seriously," said Henry Foster.
Mustapha Mond leaned forward, waving a finger at them. "If only you could try to experience it," he said, his voice sending a strange tremor into the audience's diaphragm, "try to experience what it's like to have a viviparous mother."
It's that dirty word again.This time they never even dreamed of laughing.
"Try to imagine what 'family reunion' means."
They tried to imagine, but apparently to no avail.
"Do you know what 'home' means?"
They all shook their heads.
Lenina Krona went up seventeen floors from her dark red cabin, turned right again after exiting the elevator, walked down the long corridor, opened a door marked "Women's Dressing Room", and went into the room. Into a deafening mess of arms and bosoms and underwear.Hot water poured like a flood into a hundred tubs, or gurgled away.Eighty vacuum oscillating massagers are hissing and rumbling, rubbing and sucking the tanned firm flesh of eighty graceful women at the same time.Everyone let go of their voices and spoke.The super cornet solo in the combined stereo is melodious and beautiful.
"Hello, Fanny," said Lenina to the young woman who occupied the pegs and trunk next to her.
Fanny, who worked in the bottle-changing workshop, was also surnamed Krone, but since there were only ten thousand surnames on a planet of two billion inhabitants, the coincidence was not too surprising.
Lenina unzipped the jacket—the zipper of the jacket, the two zippers that connected the trousers with both hands, and then the underwear, and went to the bathroom without taking off her shoes and socks.
Home, home—several small rooms crowded together by a man, a woman who could conceive at any time, and a group of dolls of various ages.No air, no space, a half-sterilized cell: darkness, disease, stench.
(The president's description was very vivid. One boy was more sensitive than others. Hearing that description, he turned pale and almost vomited.)
Lenina came out of the bathroom, dried herself with a towel, picked up a hose plugged into the wall, pointed the nozzle at her chest, and pulled the trigger, as if committing suicide—a blast of hot air, using the thinnest The talcum powder sprinkled all over her body.Above the tub were small taps for eight different perfumes (including cologne), and she turned on the third tap from the left to spray herself with Cypriot perfume, then lifted her shoes and socks and walked out in search of an empty vacuum vibrating massager .
But home is not only physically dirty but also psychologically dirty.Physically, it is a rabbit hole, a dung heap, a lot of people tightly packed together, heat generated by friction, emotional, and stinky.What a suffocating intimacy!How dangerous, how crazy, how obscene are the relationships between family members!A mother hugs her baby (huh! her baby) madly around her... like a mother cat with her kittens.But the cat can talk, and it will call over and over again: "My darling, my darling." It keeps barking, "My baby, ah, ah, the little hands are grabbing my chest, hungry, hungry It was hard! Finally, the baby finally fell asleep, and fell asleep with bubbling milk hanging from his mouth. My baby fell asleep..."
"Yes," Mustapha Mond said, nodding, "gives you goosebumps!"
"Who are you going out with tonight?" Lenina returned from using the vacuum massager, glowing pink like a pearl glowing from within.
"Do not go out with anyone."
Lenina raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"I've been feeling very ill lately," Fanny explained. "Dr. Wales put me on a pregnancy surrogate."
"But you are only nineteen years old. You don't have to be forced to take it before the age of twenty-one."
"I know, dear, but some people are better off when they start earlier. Dr. Wales told me that a brown-haired woman with a large pelvis like myself can take a pregnancy surrogate at seventeen. So not only am I not Two years too early, two years too late," she said, opening her cupboard and pointing to the row of boxes and labeled bottles on the upper shelf.
"Pregnant essence syrup," Lenina read the name of the medicine aloud, "ovalin, freshness is guaranteed, it is not suitable to be taken after August 632 in the Ford Era. Mammary gland essence, three times a day, taken with water before meals. Placenta, Five milliliters of intravenous injection every three days... Tsk tsk!" Lenina shuddered, "I hate intravenous injections the most! Don't you hate it?"
"I hate it, but as long as it's good for people..." Fanny is a very sensible girl.
My Lord Ford—or my Lord Freud, who for some mysterious reason always preferred to call himself Freud when he spoke of psychology—was the first to reveal that There are appalling dangers in living outside the home.The world is full of fathers—and therefore pain; it is full of mothers—and is full of distortions and affectations of every kind, from sadism to chastity; it is full of brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts—and It's full of madness and suicide.
"However, on certain islands along the coast of New Guinea, among the savages of Samoa . . . "
The tropical sun shone like warm honey on the naked children playing in the peonies.There were twenty palm-roofed houses, any one of which could have been their home.In the minds of the Troblians, pregnancy was the work of ancestral ghosts, and no one had ever heard of a father.
"The two extremes," the president said, "finally came together. There's nothing wrong with that, because the two extremes were born to come together."
"Doctor Wales said that giving me a pregnancy surrogate for three months now will have innumerable benefits for me in the next three or four years."
"Yes, I hope he's right," said Lenina, "but, Fanny, you don't really mean to say that for the next three months you won't..."
"Oh, no, dear, it's only a week or two, that's all. I'm going to spend my evenings playing musical bridge at the club. I guess you want to go out, don't you?"
Lenina nodded.
"With whom?"
"With Henry Foster."
"Foster again?" said Fanny, with a look of blunt, disapproving pain and surprise on Fanny's benign, moonlike face. "You mean you're still with Henry?"
Fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, but also husbands, wives, lovers, and monogamy, and affairs.
"But you may not know what I mean," said Mustapha Mond.
The students shook their heads.
Family, monogamy, affairs.Everything is exclusive, impulse and energy are all locked in a narrow channel.
"But everyone belongs to each other," he concludes, citing the maxim of sleep education.
The students nodded their heads, emphatically agreeing with the sentence that had been repeated more than 62,000 times in the dark and let them accept it.
"But after all," Lenina was protesting, "I have only been with Henry about four months."
"Only four months! I really like that, and," said Fanny, holding out a accusing finger, "you've been with Henry and nobody else all this time, have you?"
Lenina's face was flushed, but her eyes and voice were still defiant. "No, no one else," replied almost brutishly, "and I really don't see why I have to be with anyone else."
"Oh, she really doesn't understand why she has to be with other people." Fanny repeated her words, as if addressing someone invisible behind Lenina's left shoulder, and then she changed her tone suddenly, "But say Seriously," she said, "I do think you've got to be more careful. It's a disgrace to hang around like this with a man. If you're forty, or even thirty-five, it's all right, but in your your age, Lenina! That's absolutely impossible! And you know very well that the Director is against overheating and sloppiness. Four months have passed with Henry Foster, and no one else—well, the Director would have known In a fit of rage..."
"Imagine water under pressure in a pipe." The students immediately imagined. "If I stick a stick in it," said the President, "what a blast it will be!"
He pierced the water pipes with twenty drills, and twenty small fountains sprayed out, like urinating.
"My baby. My baby..."
"Mom!" Shenanigans are contagious.
"My love, my one and only treasure, precious..."
Mother, monogamous, in love.The fountain sprays very high.The fountain sprinkled wild and sprayed water.There is only one way for impulse to vent.My baby, my boy!No wonder these poor people of the pre-modern period were so crazy, so evil, so miserable.Their world does not allow them to deal with problems comfortably, soberly, morally and joyfully.Because of mothers, lovers, because they were not made to obey certain prohibitions, because of the remorse of temptation and loneliness, because of the pain caused by various diseases and endless loneliness, because of the uncertainty of the future and poverty, it is impossible for them not to feel strong emotions. Feelings.Since the feelings are strong (not to mention the feelings of being alone, in hopeless loneliness), how can they be stable!
"Of course there's no need to give him up. A little company now and then is all right. He's got other girls too, hasn't he?"
Lenina admitted.
"Of course there will be. Believe that Henry Foster is a perfect gentleman--you can never go wrong, not to mention the Director. You know how persistent he is..."
"He even slapped my ass this afternoon." Lenina nodded.
"Well, you see," said Fonny proudly, "that expresses what he insists on. The strictest tradition."
"Stability," said the President, "stability. There can be no civilization without social stability. There can be no social stability without individual stability." His voice sounded like a trumpet, and hearing it made them feel bigger. , more enthusiastic.
The machine turns, turns, and turns, turns forever.Stopping the machine means death.A billion people run amok across the face of the earth.The wheels start turning, two billion people in one hundred and fifty years.If you stop all the wheels, after a hundred and fifty weeks there will be only a billion people left—and those billion people will all starve to death.
The wheels must keep turning, and not be left alone.Someone has to run—someone who is as stable as a wheel on a pivot, someone who is sane, someone who is tame, someone who is content with what is.
Cry: My baby, my mother, my one and only love.Moaning: my sin, my terrible God; screaming because of pain; raving because of fever; moaning because of old age and poverty - can such a man manage a machine?Since they can't manage machines... But a billion people are not easy to bury or incinerate.
"After all," said Fanny, in a reassuring tone, "it's not painful or unpleasant to have one or two men besides Henry. Now that you understand, you should indulge yourself..."
"Stability," the president insisted, "stability. That's the first and last need, and that's why we're here."
With a wave of his hand, he pointed to the gardens, the Conditioning Center building, the naked children hiding in the bushes and running on the grass.
Lenina shook her head. "I don't know why," she mused, "I'm not much interested in indulgences these days. Sometimes people don't like indulgences. Have you ever felt that way, Fanny?"
Fanny nodded in sympathy and understanding. "But you have to make some effort," she said, as if saying aphorism, "the game has to be done, after all, we all belong to each other."
"Yes, we all belong to each other." Lenina sighed, repeated slowly, fell silent, then took Fanny's hand and shook it gently, "You are quite right, Fanny, always Quite right. I'll do my best."
When the impulse is hindered, it will be unrestrained, and what is unrestrained is feeling, passion, and even madness.What exactly is it?It depends on the strength of the current and the height and strength of the obstacle.The unimpeded flow flows peacefully along established channels into serene bliss.When the embryo is hungry, the blood substitute pump will run continuously day and night, 800 times per minute.The fetus who changed the bottle cried, and the nurse immediately brought the exocrine bottle.Feelings are hidden in the interval between desire and satisfaction.The intervals should be shortened, and unnecessary old obstacles should be knocked down.
"Lucky boys!" said the President, "we have gone to great lengths to ease the emotional torment of your lives—and to keep you emotionally charged whenever possible."
"Fudi is in the car," the director murmured, "The world is peaceful."
"Lenina Crown?" replied Henry Foster, zipping up his trousers. "Oh, she's a very nice girl, and a great soul. I'm surprised you didn't get her."
"I can't think of a way I couldn't have had her," said the assistant director of the Predestination Bureau. "If I had the chance, I would."
Bernard Marx, overheard in the aisle from the bottle-changing room, turned pale.
"Honestly," Lenina said, "every day with Henry and nothing else, I'm starting to get bored." She pulled up her left sock. "Do you know Bernard Marx?" she said Shi's tone was too casual, obviously pretending.
Fanny looked surprised. "You don't mean to say..."
"Why not? Bernard's an Alpha Plus, and he asked me to go with him to the Savage Reservation. That's the place I've always wanted to see."
"But his reputation?"
"Why do I have to care about his reputation?"
"It is said that he does not like to play obstacle golf."
"It is said, it is said." Lenina laughed at Fanny.
"And he's been alone most of the time—alone." Fonny's tone was terrified.
"Well, but he is not alone when he is with me. Besides, why do people treat him so badly? I think he is quite cute." She smiled quietly.How absurd Bernard's shyness!Almost frightened—as if she were the president of the world and Bernard was a gamma-minus running the machine.
"Consider your own lives," said Mustapha Mond. "Has any of you ever encountered insurmountable difficulties?"
The answer is silence, which means no.
"Has any of you had a desire but couldn't satisfy it, and had to endure it for a long time?"
"Hmm." A child wanted to speak, but hesitated.
"Tell me," said the director, "don't make Fuxia wait too long."
"A girl once made me wait four weeks before I could get her."
"The result is that you feel a strong urge, don't you?"
"Extremely impulsive!"
"Terribly impulsive, to be exact," said the President. "Our ancestors were very ignorant and short-sighted. When the first reformers came forward to rid them of that terrible emotion, they refused to cooperate with them at all. "
"Just talk about her as a body," Bernard said through gritted teeth. "Fuck her here, fuck her there as if she were a piece of meat, reducing her to a hunk of mutton. She said she wanted to Come to think of it, give me an answer this week. Oh, Ford, Ford, my Ford!" He wished he could run up and slap them--hard, and on and on.
"Yes, I should really advise you to try her," Henry Foster continued.
"Take artificial reproduction as an example. Fitzner and Kawaguchi have already solved all the technical problems, but have the governments looked at it? No. There is something called Christianity that forces women to conceive and have children."
"He's so ugly!" said Fonny.
"But I rather like the way he looks."
"And too short." Fanny made a face.Being short is horrible and typical of low caste.
"I think it's rather cute to be small," said Lenina. "It makes one want to pet him, you know, like petting a cat."
Fanny was taken aback. "They said someone made a mistake while he was in the bottle - thought he was a gamma and put alcohol in the blood substitute and thus stunted his development."
"Nonsense!" Lenina was furious.
"Sleep education was actually banned in England. There was a thing called Liberalism. If you knew 'Parliament' that passed a law banning sleep education. The records are still there. There are many speeches above about the liberty of subjects: liberty to be incompetent, liberty to suffer, liberty to be untimely."
"But, my dear fellow, you are welcome, I assure you. You are welcome." Henry Foster patted the shoulder of the Assistant Director of the Predestination Bureau, "After all, we all belong to each other .”
This was repeated for four years, three nights a week, a hundred times a night.Bernard Marx, an expert on sleep education, thought that 62,400 repetitions make a truth.What a pair of idiots!
"Or take the caste system. It used to be proposed and rejected. There was a thing called democracy, as if there was something other than physical and chemical equality between people. Like."
"Well, all I can say is this: I intend to accept Bernard's invitation."
Bernard hated these two men, hated them both.But they were two people, and they were tall and strong.
"The Nine Years' War began in Ford 141."
"Even if it is true that the blood substitute is mixed with alcohol, I will accept his invitation."
"Phosgene, chloropicrin, ethyl iodoacetate, diphenylarsine cyanide, trichloromethyl, chloroformate, thiochloroethane...all of them are used, and hydrocyanic acid goes without saying. "
"I don't believe that at all about him," concluded Lenina.
"The roar of fourteen thousand planes flying in formation. But the sound of anthrax bombs exploding in Coufus-Tendam and the eighth arrondissement of Paris is no louder than a paper bag being slapped open."
"I do want to visit the Savage Reservation."
Well, CHCH(NO) + Hg(CNO) equals, ah, what?It was a huge hole in the ground, a pile of broken bricks and tiles, a few pieces of flesh and mucous membranes, a leg flew into the sky and fell with a thud, and fell into the geranium bushes, wearing boots-scarlet geraniums.It was such a great show that summer.
"Lenina, you are beyond repair, and there is nothing I can do about you."
"Russia's technique of infecting water sources is particularly ingenious."
Fanny and Lenina, facing each other, continued to bicker in the silence.
"Nine Years War, great economic collapse. There are only choices: either control the world or let it destroy; or stabilize or..."
"Fanny Crown is a lovely girl, too," said the Assistant Director of Destiny.
In the kindergarten, the basic class awareness class has been completed, and the voice wants to adapt the future industrial supply and demand. "I do like flying," a voice whispered. "I do like flying. I do like wearing new clothes. I do like wearing..."
"Of course, liberalism was killed by anthrax, but you still can't do it by force alone."
"But her aura is far from Lenina's, oh, far away."
"But old clothes are nasty," continued the indefatigable voice. "We always throw old clothes away. Throwing away is better than mending, throwing away is better than mending, throwing away is better than..."
"Management has to be done sitting down, not hitting people. You have to use your brains and your butt, not your fists. For example, to promote consumption."
"Well, I'm ready to accept his invitation," said Lenina, and Fanny, still silent, turned away. "Let's make peace, Fanny, my dear."
"Every man, woman, and child must spend that much every year. For the good of industry. The only result is..."
"It's better to throw away than to mend. The more you mend, the less wealth you have. The more you mend..."
"In a few days," said Fonny emphatically, "you're going to be in trouble."
"Conscientious objection on a massive scale. Consume nothing, go back to nature."
"I do love flying, I do."
"There is a need to return to culture, yes, actually to return to culture. But if you keep sitting and reading, your consumption will not be high."
"Can I do this?" asked Lenina.Her dress was bottle green rayon with green viscose fur at the cuffs and collar.
"Eight hundred members of the Simple Life faction fell under machine guns on the Gould Meadow."
"It's better to throw away than to mend, and it's better to throw away than to mend."
Green corduroy shorts and white viscose socks came down to the knees.
"And then there was the British Museum massacre. Cast on two thousand culture buffs."
Lenina's eyes were shaded by a green and white equestrian hat, and her shoes were also green and polished.
"Finally," said Mustapha Mond, "the presidents realized that the use of force was not the answer, and resorted to the slow but surefire methods of artificial reproduction, neo-Pavlovian conditioning, and sleep education... "
Around her waist is a green faux morocco leather "medicine belt" inlaid with silver, slightly raised.Lenina was not infertile, and the "pill belt" contained contraceptive pills infiltrated at regular intervals.
"The findings of Fitzner and Kawaguchi have finally been adopted. There has been a deep anti-pregnancy propaganda..."
"Flawless!" exclaimed Fanny excitedly, who had never been able to resist Lenina's charms for long. "This one is beyond words!"
"At the same time a campaign against the past was launched, museums were closed, historic monuments were blown up (thankfully most of them had been destroyed by the Nine Years War), and all books written before 150 years of Forty's time were banned."
"I must get a belt like that," said Fanny.
"For example, at that time there was something called a pyramid."
"My black patent belt..."
"There is also a man called Shakespeare, of course you haven't heard of it."
"That strap of mine is an absolute disgrace."
"That's the beauty of a real science education."
"The more you sew, the poorer you become, the more you sew, the more..."
"The year Ford's first Model T car appeared..."
"I've had this belt for almost three months."
"It was designated as the beginning of a new era."
"Better throw away than mend; better throw away than mend."
"I've said before that there's a thing called Christianity."
"Throwing away is better than repairing."
"It's the ethics and philosophy of low consumption..."
"I like new clothes, I like new clothes, I like..."
"Christianity is very important in an age of low consumption, but it must be a crime against society in an age of machines and nitrogen synthesis."
"It was given to me by Henry Foster."
"So all the crosses got their heads cut off and became T-frames. There was a thing called God."
"That's real faux Moroccan leather."
"We are now in the world state. We celebrate Ford Day, we have social duty songs, and we have prayers for unity."
"My Lord Ford, how I hate them!" thought Bernard Marx.
"Back then there was a thing called heaven, but people still drank a lot of alcohol."
"Just think of her as flesh, that flesh."
"At that time there was a thing called soul, and there was a thing called eternity."
"You must ask Henry where he bought it."
"But they used morphine and cocaine a lot back then."
"And what's worse is that she also sees herself as flesh."
"Two thousand pharmacists and biochemists were funded in 178 A.D."
"He does look sullen," said the assistant director of the Destiny Bureau, pointing to Bernard Marx.
"Six years later the perfect drug was in commercial production."
"Let's tease him..."
"It can produce wonderful hallucinations of ecstasy and intoxication."
"Sullen, Max, sullen." With a pat on the shoulder, he was startled, and looked up to see that burly man, Henry Foster, "What you need is a gram."
"Having all the good things about Christianity and alcohol without the bad things of both."
"My Lord Ford! I wish I could kill him!" But he just said "Thank you, I don't need it" and pushed away the tube of pills that was handed to him.
“You can take a vacation for as long as you like, get away from reality, and come back with headaches and myths gone.”
"Swallow it," insisted Henry Foster, "swallow it."
"Stability is actually guaranteed."
"Swallow a small tablet, and ten troubles are gone." The assistant chief quoted a simple adage of sleep education.
"Then there's only one thing left: conquering aging."
"Go, go!" said Bernard Marx.
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Sex hormones, transfusion of young blood, magnesium salts..."
"Remember, swallow a piece of soma and get rid of suffering immediately." The two of them walked out with a smile.
“老年生理的衰迈迹象全都消除。当然，随之而消除的还有……”
“别忘记了问他那条马尔萨斯带的事。”范尼说。
“还有老年的一切心理特征。性格是终身不变的。”
“……然后打两局障碍高尔夫，消磨掉黄昏前的时光。我一定要坐飞机。”
“工作，游戏——我们的精力和口味到了六十岁还和那时的人十七岁时一样。在苦难的旧日子里老年人总喜欢消极，退却，相信宗教，靠读书和思考混日子，思考！”
“白痴，猪猡！”伯纳·马克思沿着走廊向电梯走去，自言自语道。
“而现在——这就是进步了——老年人照样工作，照样性交，寻欢作乐，没有空闲，没有丝毫的时间坐下来思考。或者，即使由于某种不幸的偶然，在他们的娱乐消遣里出现了空当，也永远会有唆麻，美味的唆麻，半克就是半个假日，一克就是一个周末，两克就是一次辉煌的东方旅游，三克唆麻就是一次月球上昏昏沉沉的永恒。从那儿回来的时候他们会发现自己已经越过了空当，每天脚踏实地、安安稳稳地工作和娱乐，看完一部感官片又赶下一部感官片，从一个有灵气的姑娘到另一个有灵气的姑娘，从电磁高尔夫球场到……”
“走开，小姑娘。”主任愤怒地叫道，“走开，小娃娃！你们没有看见福下忙着吗？去，去，到别的地方玩你们的性游戏去。”
“让小家伙们玩吧。”总统说道。
机器轻微地嗡嗡响着，传送带缓慢庄严地前进，每小时三十三公分。暗红里无数红宝石闪着微光。
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