О дивный новый мир

           Peoplearehappy;theygetwhattheywant,andtheyneverwantwhattheycan’tget.They’rewelloff;they’resafe;they’reneverill;they’renotafraidofdeath;they’reblissfullyignorantofpassionandoldage;they’replaguedwithnomothersorfathers;they’vegotnowives,orchildren,orloverstofeelstronglyabout;they’resoconditionedthattheypracticallycan’thelpbehavingastheyoughttobehave.Andifanythingshouldgowrong,there’ssoma.Whichyougoandchuckoutofthewindowinthenameofliberty,Mr.Savage.Liberty!"Helaughed."ExpectingDeltastoknowwhatlibertyis!AndnowexpectingthemtounderstandOthello!Mygoodboy!"

           TheSavagewassilentforalittle."Allthesame,"heinsistedobstinately,"Othello’sgood,Othello’sbetterthanthosefeelies."

           "Ofcourseitis,"theControlleragreed."Butthat’sthepricewehavetopayforstability.You’vegottochoosebetweenhappinessandwhatpeopleusedtocallhighart.We’vesacrificedthehighart.Wehavethefeeliesandthescentorganinstead."

           "Buttheydon’tmeananything."

           "Theymeanthemselves;theymeanalotofagreeablesensationstotheaudience."

           "Butthey’re...they’retoldbyanidiot."

           TheControllerlaughed."You’renotbeingverypolitetoyourfriend,Mr.Watson.OneofourmostdistinguishedEmotionalEngineers..."

           "Buthe’sright,"saidHelmholtzgloomily."Becauseitisidiotic.Writingwhenthere’snothingtosay..."

           "Precisely.