Brave New World

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Authors: Aldous Huxley
suicide, pressed down the trigger. A blast of warmed air dusted her with the finest talcum powder. Eight different scents and eau-de-Cologne were laid on in little taps over the wash-basin. She turned on the third from the left, dabbed herself with chypre and, carrying her shoes and stockings in her hand, went out to see if one of the vibro-vacuum machines were free.
    And home was as squalid psychically as physically. Psychically, it was a rabbit hole, a midden, hot with the frictions of tightly packed life, reeking with emotion. What suffocating intimacies, what dangerous, insane, obscene relationships between the members of the family group! Maniacally, the mother brooded over her children (
her
children) … brooded over them like a cat over its kittens; but a cat that could talk, a catthat could say, “My baby, my baby,” over and over again. “My baby, and oh, oh, at my breast, the little hands, the hunger, and that unspeakable agonizing pleasure! Till at last my baby sleeps, my baby sleeps with a bubble of white milk at the corner of his mouth. My little baby sleeps …”
    “Yes,” said Mustapha Mond, nodding his head, “you may well shudder.”
    “Who are you going out with to-night?” Lenina asked, returning from the vibro-vac like a pearl illuminated from within, pinkly glowing.
    “Nobody.”
    Lenina raised her eyebrows in astonishment.
    “I’ve been feeling rather out of sorts lately,” Fanny explained. “Dr. Wells advised me to have a Pregnancy Substitute.”
    “But, my dear, you’re only nineteen. The first Pregnancy Substitute isn’t compulsory till twenty-one.”
    “I know, dear. But some people are better if they begin earlier. Dr. Wells told me that brunettes with wide pelvises, like me, ought to have their first Pregnancy Substitute at seventeen. So I’m really two years late, not two years early.” She opened the door of her locker and pointed to the row of boxes and labelled phials on the upper shelf.
    “S YRUP OF C ORPUS L UTEUM ,” Lenina read the names aloud. “O VARIN , G UARANTEED FRESH: NOT TO BE USED AFTER A UGUST 1 ST, A.F . 632. M AMMARY G LAND E XTRACT; TO BE TAKEN T HREE T IMES D AILY , B EFORE M EALS, WITH A L ITTLE W ATER . P LACENTIN : 5 CC TO BE I NJECTED I NTRAVENALLY EVERY T HIRD D AY … Ugh!” Lenina shuddered. “How I loathe intravenals, don’t you?”
    “Yes. But when they do one good …” Fanny was a particularly sensible girl.
    Our Ford—or Our Freud, as, for some inscrutable reason, he chose to call himself whenever he spoke of psychological matters—Our Freud had been the first to reveal the appalling dangers of family life. The world was full of fathers—was therefore full of misery; full of mothers—therefore of every kind of perversion from sadism to chastity; full of brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts—full of madness and suicide.
    “And yet, among the savages of Samoa, in certain islands off the coast of New Guinea …”
    The tropical sunshine lay like warm honey on the naked bodies of children tumbling promiscuously among the hibiscus blossoms. Home was in any one of twenty palm-thatched houses. In the Trobriands conception was the work of ancestral ghosts; nobody had ever heard of a father.
    “Extremes,” said the Controller, “meet. For the good reason that they were made to meet.”
    “Dr. Wells says that a three months’ Pregnancy Substitute now will make all the difference to my health for the next three or four years.”
    “Well, I hope he’s right,” said Lenina. “But, Fanny, do you really mean to say that for the next three months you’re not supposed to …”
    “Oh no, dear. Only for a week or two, that’s all. I shall spend the evening at the Club playing Musical Bridge. I suppose you’re going out?”
    Lenina nodded.
    “Who with?”
    “Henry Foster.”
    “Again?” Fanny’s kind, rather moon-like face took on an incongruous expression of pained and disapproving astonishment. “Do you mean to tell me

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