О дивный новый мир

           Wearenotourownmasters.WeareGod’sproperty.Isitnotourhappinessthustoviewthematter?Isitanyhappinessoranycomfort,toconsiderthatweareourown?Itmaybethoughtsobytheyoungandprosperous.Thesemaythinkitagreatthingtohaveeverything,astheysuppose,theirownway–todependonnoone–tohavetothinkofnothingoutofsight,tobewithouttheirksomenessofcontinualacknowledgment,continualprayer,continualreferenceofwhattheydotothewillofanother.Butastimegoeson,they,asallmen,willfindthatindependencewasnotmadeforman–thatitisanunnaturalstate–willdoforawhile,butwillnotcarryusonsafelytotheend...’"MustaphaMondpaused,putdownthefirstbookand,pickinguptheother,turnedoverthepages."Takethis,forexample,"hesaid,andinhisdeepvoiceoncemorebegantoread:"’Amangrowsold;hefeelsinhimselfthatradicalsenseofweakness,oflistlessness,ofdiscomfort,whichaccompaniestheadvanceofage;and,feelingthus,imagineshimselfmerelysick,lullinghisfearswiththenotionthatthisdistressingconditionisduetosomeparticularcause,fromwhich,asfromanillness,hehopestorecover.Vainimaginings!Thatsicknessisoldage;andahorriblediseaseitis.Theysaythatitisthefearofdeathandofwhatcomesafterdeaththatmakesmenturntoreligionastheyadvanceinyears.