“But I like the inconveniences.”
“We don’t,” said the Controller. “We prefer to do things comfortably.”
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want
freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
“In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.”
“All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be
unhappy.”
“Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have
syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the
right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to- morrow; the
right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every
kind.” There was a long silence.
“I claim them all,” said the Savage at last.
-- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
“We don’t,” said the Controller. “We prefer to do things comfortably.”
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want
freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
“In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.”
“All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be
unhappy.”
“Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have
syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the
right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to- morrow; the
right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every
kind.” There was a long silence.
“I claim them all,” said the Savage at last.
-- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
Comments
Post a Comment