Chapter 1 I. Ninety-six identical twins working ninety-six identical machines! The voice was almost tremulous with enthusiasm.

You really know where you are. For the first time in history. [The Director] quoted the planetary motto. Community, Identity, Stability. Millions of identical twins (7). An interesting part of what the Director says includes how inherently contradicting his statements present themselves as. Biologically, identical twins are clones. A clone takes a certain set of characteristics and applies them to another being, like so many stamps in a factory, and gradually erases the identity of all the past and future stamps. When people repeat words, they lose their meanings. Similarly, mindlessly copied humans will lose their identities, which is the antipode of what the Director declares. Deconstructing this passage a bit further, readers can realise that perhaps the Director speaks the truth. If these twins lack a true, unique identity, then maybe they also lack a where you are. Following from the self-evident logic that a non-person doing nothing is equivalent to everyone doing everything, it seems that the multitude of identical twins would obviously know where they are, as if they were blank tags ready to label blank boxes. Every tag fits on every box. Expanding on the many hiddenprobably pedantic meanings in the Directors words, more esoteric nonsense lies in the mere syntax and structure of the planetary motto: Community, Identity, Stability. The way Identity lies between Community and Stability suggests that it is either irrelevant or dependent, maybe both. Often, people slip the least important objects in a list in the middle. The beginning hooks the reader, the end leaves a lasting impression, and the middle is just there. This way, Identity can remain

part of the planetary motto as a subtle piece of propaganda, but ultimately mean nothing. Identity, in this case, is identity-less. Alternatively, the sequestering of the I-word can hint at the fact that the identity of the identical twins is inherently linked with community and stability. Without those, the planetary motto is just Identity, and identity is nothing.

II. And that, put in the Director sententiously, that is the secret of happiness and virtue liking what youve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny(16). If someone ever expresses a desire to brainwash a population, albeit in a misogynistic and out-dated way, please point him or her or [preferred pronoun] to Brave New World. So many precious tidbits of advice lie between these pages, equipping the reader with knowledge sufficient enough to start a new civilisation, maybe even start a brave new world. Huxleys almost adorable concern for the reader can be compared to Oppenheimer leaving small capsules of yellowcake uranium between the crusty, well-loved pages of A Guide to Building Your Very Own Atomic Bomb. This comparison is made not in facetious commentary, but in genuine admiration. Making people enjoy what they do is key to any successful brainwash, ever1, because happy people do not commit murder or start revolutions, they simply exist in contentedly idleness, which is good for dystopias but not for the church. From a purely logical standpoint, it is easy to verify that the claim is valid. First, the reader must identify what the value is, the over-arching goal that all of humanity seeks to achieve. Usually the value is justice, sometimes morality. In this case, the Director tells the reader that the value is
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Please do not ask whether this was spoken from experience.

happiness. Next, the reader should choose a reasonable value criterion that can be used to measure the value. For instance, how does someone measure happiness? It becomes clear that the value criterion cannot be extrapolated from the Directors pious wisdom; the reader must fabricate a value criterion without any help. After all, yellowcake uranium by itself cannot make a bomb. An intriguing point to make about the Directors character is that, despite his sententiously-spoken words, he commits a grammatical blunder. Perhaps Directors of Hatcheries have better things to worry about than the correct use of unescapable and inescapable.

Chapter 2 I. the Head Nurse pressed a second lever. The screaming of the babies suddenly changed its tone. There was something desperate, almost insane, about the sharp spasmodic yelps to which they now gave utterance. Their little bodies twitched and stiffened; their limbs moved jerkily as if to the tug of unseen wires (21). Apparently, residents of this brave and new world participate in acceptable social behaviour that includes electrocuting babies. These people zap small humans with high doses of current and voltage, and Huxley thinks that describing the screaming would be fun. There is nothing more to write. Only joking. In a way, this passage can represent the entire novel: a paroxysm of twisted social boundaries, all observed with an expression of complete revulsion and a little confusion, and packaged neatly in a 4.5 by 7.5 rectangle. Furthermore, the description of tortured babies feels almost poetic. The comparison between the limbs moving and the pull of wires juxtaposes these fresh-faced human beings to wooden marionettes, showing that even from infancy the government controls the citizens every move, playing each of them like a puppeteer does her toys. The strange pacing of the electrocutions strikes an uncomfortable chord. Huxley seems to rest for an indeterminable amount of time on each descriptor of the babies bodies, forcing the reader to move on before she has fully comprehended what has happened, but also ensnaring the reader and making her linger for too long on the unsettling phrases.

What else should someone expect from a scene about infant electrocution? Note that the author gives no description of the Head Nurse. The focus rests entirely on the babies and their pain, treating the Head Nurse as a mere means to an end, while portraying babies as the end that the government tries to achieve.

II. the childs mind is these suggestions, and the sum of the suggestions is the childs mind. And not the childs mind only. The adults mind tooall his life long. The mind that judges and desires and decidesmade up of these suggestions. But all these suggestions are our suggestions! The Director almost shouted in his triumph. Suggestions from the State (29). Someone as qualified and Alpha-plus as the Director should not have to clarify that the adults mind possesses the same characteristics as the childs. It follows easily that in a society as controlled as the one in Brave New World, where everything from identity to zippers are standardised, the brainwashing done to a childs mind will be retained through adulthood to death. This leads readers to think that perhaps the Directors strong emotions clouded his judgment. Though triumph may be a superficial emotion, it nevertheless seems to hold enough power over the Director to hinder his intellectual abilities. The way people speak about other natural things such as parents2 and viviparous mothers gives rise to a suspicion that they may also consider other natural things, like emotions, to be vulgar and undesirable. Emotions only hinder logical thinking, as is

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evidenced in the Directors redundant remarks, and would probably need to be abolished in order to streamline society and the workforce. By reason, an Alpha-plus like the Director should possess limited expression of emotion, which is clearly not the case. In many previous passages he also shows an inappropriate amount of emotions when discussing the Hatchery. This smells like a plot hole, looks like a plot hole, and even walks and talks like a plot hole, but all good logical thinkers know that correlation is not causation, and perhaps Huxley was just feeling tired that day; writing about writhing baby limbs must be difficult.