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Quotes from Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
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1 But for Lenina the moth did not completely die.
2 Linda was dying in company--in company and with all the modern conveniences.
3 The final blast of thyme died away; there was a round of applause; the lights went up.
4 'Partly,' he added, 'because most of them die long before they reach this old creature's age.'
5 Linda had been a slave, Linda had died; others should live in freedom, and the world be made beautiful.
6 The explosions ceased, the bells stopped ringing, the shriek of the siren died down from tone to tone into silence.
7 Her voice suddenly died into an almost inaudible breathless croaking, her mouth fell open: she made a desperate effort to fill her lungs with air.
8 Twenty-two years eight months and four days from that moment, a promising young Alpha-Minus administrator at Mwanza-Mwanza was to die of trypanosomiasis--the first case for over half a century.
9 A few died; of the rest, the least susceptible divided into two; most put out four buds; some eight; all were returned to the incubators, where the buds began to develop; then, after two days, were suddenly chilled, chilled and checked.
10 Then the bearskin made a final appearance and, amid a blare of sexophones, the last stereoscopic kiss faded into darkness, the last electric titillation died on the lips like a dying moth that quivers, quivers, ever more feebly, ever more faintly, and at last is quite, quite still.
11 Then the bearskin made a final appearance and, amid a blare of sexophones, the last stereoscopic kiss faded into darkness, the last electric titillation died on the lips like a dying moth that quivers, quivers, ever more feebly, ever more faintly, and at last is quite, quite still.