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Writers Like Aldous Huxley And George Orwell Have Imagined The Sort Of Scientific Utopia Which Is Coming To Pass, But Already Their Nightmare Fancies Are Hopelessly Out Of Date. A Vast, Air-conditioned, Neon-lighted, Glass-and-chromium Broiler-house Begins To Take Shape, In Which Geneticists Select The Best Stocks To Fertilise, And Watch Over The Developing Embryo To Ensure That All Possibilities Of Error And Distortion Are Eliminated.

Whatever Is Fine And Permanent In Human Achievement Has Been Realised Through Individuals Courageously Facing The Circumstances Of Their Being; And A Society Is Civilised To The Extent To Which It Makes This Possible. Terrorism, Which Aims At Putting Out Thespiritual Light, Is The Antithesis Of Civilisation.

The Great Advantage Of The Sort Of Education I Had Was Precisely That It Made Practically No Mark Upon Those Subjected To It.

Its Avowed Purpose Is To Excite Sexual Desire, Which, I Should Have Thought, Is Unnecessary In The Case Of The Young, Inconvenient In The Case Of The Middle Aged, And Unseemly In The Old.

The Essential Feature, And Necessity Of Life Is To Know Reality, Which Means Knowing God.