But as time goes on, they, as all men, will find that independence was not made for man–that it is an unnatural state–will do for a while, but will not carry us on safely to the end …'" Mustapha Mond paused, put down the first book and, picking up the other, turned over the pages. These may think it a great thing to have everything, as they suppose, their own way–to depend on no one–to have to think of nothing out of sight, to be without the irksomeness of continual acknowledgment, continual prayer, continual reference of what they do to the will of another. Is it not our happiness thus to view the matter? Is it any happiness or any comfort, to consider that we are our own? It may be thought so by the young and prosperous. We did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. “We are not our own any more than what we possess is our own. Christianity without tears - that's what soma is.” You can carry at least half your mortality about in a bottle. now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. In the past you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. And there's always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. And if ever, by some unlucky chance, anything unpleasant should somehow happen, why, there's always soma to give you a holiday from the facts. ![]() And what you ought to do is on the whole so pleasant, so many of the natural impulses are allowed free play, that there really aren't any temptations to resist. There's no such thing as a divided allegiance you're so conditioned that you can't help doing what you ought to do. The greatest care is taken to prevent you from loving anyone too much. When there are wars, where there are divided allegiances, where there are temptations to be resisted, objects of love to be fought for or defended - there, obviously, nobility and heroism have some sense. Conditions have got to be thoroughly unstable before the occasion can arise. Llévenselos.“In a properly organized society like ours, nobody has any opportunities for being noble or heroic. El director se volvió hacia las enfermeras. Estarán a salvo de los libros y de la botánica para toda su vida. Crecerán con lo que los psicólogos solían llamar un odio instintivo hacia los libros Lo que el hombre ha unido, la Naturaleza no puede separarlo. Niños ambas cosas se hallaban ya fuertemente relacionadas entre sí y al cabo de doscientas repeticiones de la misma o parecida lección formarían ya una unión indisoluble. Los libros y ruidos fuertes, flores y descargas eléctricas en la mente de aquellos Observen -dijo el director, en tono triunfal. ![]() They'll be safe from books and botany all their lives." The Director turned to his nurses. "They'll grow up with what the psychologists used to call an 'instinctive' hatred of books and flowers. What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder. ![]() “Observe," said the Director triumphantly, "observe." Books and loud noises, fiowers and electric shocks-already in the infant mind these couples were compromisingly linked and after two hundred repetitions of the same or a similar lesson would be wedded indissolubly.
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