The Reign of Brainwash: Dystopia Box Set. Эдгар Аллан По

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      'Then came the famous British Museum Massacre. Two thousand culture fans gassed with dichlorethyl sulphide.'

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      A green-and-white jockey cap shaded Lenina's eyes; her shoes were bright green and highly polished.

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      'In the end,' said Mustapha Mond, 'the Controllers realized that force was no good. The slower but infinitely surer methods of ectogenesis, Neo-Pavlovian conditioning and hypnopædia...'

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      And round her waist she wore a silver-mounted green morocco-surrogate cartridge belt, bulging (for Lenina was not a freemartin) with the regulation supply of contraceptives.

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      'The discoveries of Pfitzner and Kawaguchi were at last made use of. An intensive propaganda against viviparous reproduction...'

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      'Perfect!' cried Fanny enthusiastically. She could never resist Lenina's charm for long. 'And what a perfectly sweet Malthusian belt!'

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      'Accompanied by a campaign against the Past; by the closing of museums, the blowing up of historical monuments (luckily most of them had already been destroyed during the Nine Years' War); by the suppression of all books published before A.F. 150.'

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      'I simply must get one like it,' said Fanny.

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      'There were some things called the pyramids, for example.'

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      'My old black-patent bandolier...'

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      'And a man called Shakespeare. You've never heard of them of course.'

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      'It's an absolute disgrace--that bandolier of mine.'

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      'Such are the advantages of a really scientific education.'

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      'The more stitches the less riches; the more stitches the less...'

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      'The introduction of Our Ford's first T-Model...'

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      'I've had it nearly three months.'

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      'Chosen as the opening date of the new era.'

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      'Ending is better than mending; ending is better...'

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

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      'Ending is better than mending.'

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      'The ethics and philosophy of under-consumption...'

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      'I love new clothes, I love new clothes, I love...'

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      'So essential when there was under-production; but in an age of machines and the fixation of nitrogen--positively a crime against society.'

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      'Henry Foster gave it me.'

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      'All crosses had their tops cut and became T's. There was also a thing called God.'

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      'It's real morocco-surrogate.'

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      'We have the World State now. And Ford's Day celebrations, and Community Sings, and Solidarity Services.'

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      'Ford, how I hate them!' Bernard Marx was thinking.

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      'There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.'

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      'Like meat, like so much meat.'

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      'There was a thing called the soul and a thing called immortality.'

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      'Do ask Henry where he got it.'

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      'But they used to take morphia and cocaine.'

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      'And what makes it worse, she thinks of herself as meat.'

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      'Two thousand pharmacologists and bio-chemists were subsidized in A.F. 178.'

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      'He does look glum,' said the Assistant Predestinator, pointing at Bernard Marx.

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      'Six years later it was being produced commercially. The perfect drug.'

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      'Let's bait him.'

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      'Euphoric, narcotic, pleasantly hallucinant.'

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      'Glum, Marx, glum.' The clap on the shoulder made him start, look up. It was that brute Henry Foster. 'What you need is a gramme of soma.'

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      'All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.'

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      'Ford, I should like to kill him!' But all he did was to say, 'No, thank you,' and fend off the proffered tube of tablets.

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      'Take a holiday from reality whenever you like, and come back without so much as a headache or a mythology.'

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      'Take it,' insisted Henry Foster, 'take it.'

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