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Quotes from Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
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1 Rosy and relaxed with sleep, eighty little boys and girls lay softly breathing.
2 No further attempt was made to teach children the length of the Nile in their sleep.
3 Besides, thy best of rest is sleep, and that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st thy death which is no more.
4 Linda had stirred uneasily, had opened her eyes for a moment, looked vaguely around, and then once more dropped off to sleep.
5 We'd gone riding up one of those revolting mountains, and it was horribly hot and oppressive, and after lunch we went to sleep.
6 She took a last sip, set the cup down on the floor beside the bed, turned over on her side, hiccoughed once or twice and went to sleep.
7 Suddenly from under the bed a pug-faced twin popped up between John's chair and the wall, and began peering into Linda's sleeping face.
8 He tried to think of those times when he sat on her knees and she put her arms about him and sang, over and over again, rocking him, rocking him to sleep.
9 Lenina suddenly remembered an occasion when, as a little girl at school, she had woken up in the middle of the night and become aware, for the first time, of the whispering that had haunted all her sleeps.
10 Lenina remembered her first shock of fear and surprise; her speculations through half a wakeful hour; and then, under the influence of those endless repetitions, the gradual soothing of her mind, the soothing, the smoothing, the stealthy creeping of sleep.
11 There, on a low bed, the sheet flung back, dressed in a pair of pink one-piece zippyjamas, lay Lenina, fast asleep and so beautiful in the midst of her curls, so touchingly childish with her pink toes and her grave sleeping face, so trustful in the helplessness of her limp hands and melted limbs, that the tears came to his eyes.