#BRAVE NEW WORLD CHAPTER 3 FULL#

#BRAVE NEW WORLD CHAPTER 3 FULL#

On the fringe of the little group stood a stranger–a man of middle height, black-haired, with a hooked nose, full red lips, eyes very piercing and dark. 'What were the results?' 'The results were terrible.' A deep resonant voice broke startlingly into the dialogue. 'I told you that you'd find it incredible.' 'But what happened?' they asked. was saying, 'even adolescents like yourselves …' 'Not possible!' 'Barring a little surreptitious auto-erotism and homosexuality–absolutely nothing.' 'Nothing?' 'In most cases, till they were over twenty years old.' 'Twenty years old?' echoed the students in a chorus of loud disbelief. Poor little kids not allowed to amuse themselves? They could not believe it. A look of astonished incredulity appeared on the faces of his listeners. For a very long period before the time of Our Ford, and even for some generations afterwards, erotic play between children had been regarded as abnormal (there was a roar of laughter) and not only abnormal, actually immoral (no!): and had therefore been rigorously suppressed. But then, when you're not accustomed to history, most facts about the past do sound incredible.' He let out the amazing truth. Then, turning to his students, 'What I'm going to tell you now,' he said, 'may sound incredible. 'Exquisite little creature!' said the Director, looking after her. 'Run away now and see if you can find some other little boy to play with.' The child scampered off into the bushes and was lost to sight. 'What's your name?' 'Polly Trotsky.' 'And a very good name too,' said the Director.

You stay here, little girl,' he added, as the nurse moved away with her still howling charge. Just to see if anything's at all abnormal.' 'Quite right,' said the Director. 'And so,' she went on, turning back to the Director, 'I'm taking him in to see the Assistant Superintendent of Psychology. Honestly.' 'Of course you didn't, dear,' said the nurse reassuringly. He started yelling just now …' 'Honestly,' put in the anxious-looking little girl, 'I didn't mean to hurt him or anything. 'It's just that this little boy seems rather reluctant to join in the ordinary erotic play. An anxious-looking little girl trotted at her heels. From a neighbouring shrubbery emerged a nurse, leading by the hand a small boy, who howled as he went. 'I always think,' the Director was continuing in the same rather maudlin tone, when he was interrupted by a loud boo-hooing. Charming? but it was just a pair of kids fooling about that was all.

They had put aside similar childish amusements too recently to be able to watch them now without a touch of contempt. In a little grassy bay between tall clumps of Mediterranean heather, two children, a little boy of about seven and a little girl who might have been a year older, were playing, very gravely and with all the focussed attention of scientists intent on a labour of discovery, a rudimentary sexual game. 'That's a charming little group,' he said, pointing. Nowadays the Controllers won't approve of any new game unless it can be shown that it requires at least as much apparatus as the most complicated of existing games.' He interrupted himself. Imagine the folly of allowing people to play elaborate games which do nothing whatever to increase consumption. 'Strange,' mused the Director, as they turned away, 'strange to think that even in Our Ford's day most games were played without more apparatus than a ball or two and a few sticks and perhaps a bit of netting. A ball thrown up so as to land on the platform at the top of the tower rolled down into the interior, fell on a rapidly revolving disk, was hurled through one or other of the numerous apertures pierced in the cylindrical casing, and had to be caught. Twenty children were grouped in a circle round a chrome steel tower. The Director and his students stood for a short time watching a game of Centrifugal Bumble-puppy. The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boskage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees. Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs. Outiside, in the garden, it was playtime.

Brave new world chapter 3