"The Nine Years' War began in A.F. 141."

"The noise of fourteen thousand aeroplanes advancing in open order. But in the Kurfurstendamm and the Eighth Arrondissement, the explosion of the anthrax bombs is harly louder than the popping of a paper bag."

"Liberalism, of course was dead of anthrax, but all the same you couldn't do things by force."

"Ending is better than mending. The more stiches, the less riches; the more stiches..."

"There was a thing, as I've said before, called Christianity."

"Hoity-toity."

"Reason in itself confounded
Saw division grow together"


"Don't you wish you were free Lenina?"
"I don't know what you mean. I'm free. Free to have the most wonderful time. Everybody's happy nowadays."


"I thought we'd be more... more together than in that crowd, or even in my rooms. Don't you understand that?"

"Knowledge was the highest good, truth the supreme value; all the rest was secondary and subordinate"

"Universal happines keeps on the wheels steadily turning: truth and beauty can't."

"What's the point of truth and beauty when the anthrax bombs are popping all around you?"

"Maine de Biran. He was a philosopher, if you know what that was." "A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth. Said the savage promptly."

"Whereupon God emerges from behind a cloud; our soul feels, sees, turns towards the source of all light; turns naturally and inevitably, for now that all that gave to the world of sensations its life and charms has begun to leak away from us, in what phenomenal existance is no more bolstered uo by impressions from within or from without, we feel the need to lean on something that abides, something that never play us false."

"One believe things because one has been conditioned to believe them."

"Christinaity without tears-that's what soma is."

"Floted away, out of space, out of time, out of the prison of her memories, her habits, her aged and bloated body."

"VPS: Violent passion surrogate."

Aldous Huxley. Brave New World

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