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I have called the members of the upper staff of the plant here for

a necessary,

but unfortunous reason.

-As Director of the Central Hatcheries Plant,

I have a special responsibility,

to see that it's reputation remains absolutely spotless.

Unfortunately,

-a blemish has appeared.

-A blemish that if allowed to remain,

-could tarnish the reputation of the entire plant.

-I speak, of course, of Mr. Bernard Marx.

I have, if I may say so, been overly indulgent with Mr. Marx.

-His work record has been deficient. In all respects.

Still, that could possibly be overlooked.

But Mr. Marx's morals,

or should I say lack of morals

-cannot be ignored.

He has been officially observed alone on numerous occasions.

-He has twice refused to attend High Holy Syntho-Sex services,

and that is by no means the complete extend of his immorality.

-Mr. Bernard Marx has engaged

with only three females

-in the last year!

-Therefore I have decided to request

his immediate transfer to the free island of Iceland.

-And I'm sure, after what you've heard here of Mr. Marx's record

each of you

approves my decision.

Marx there?

-Yes. But there's also-

Doesn't matter, whatever it is can wait. Send him in.

-Well! Mr. Marx.

-I suppose you know why you've been summoned here today?

Yes.

-I've decided to make an example of you.

So it'll be clear that deviance and immorality will not be tolerated.

That is why, as you see, I've called the staff together.

So they derive the moral lesson from your disgrace and your dismissal.

Good.

Good?

Yes, good!

-I'm glad they're all here.

Mr. Marx you seem to be taking this very lightly.

-But once you've been transferred to Iceland you'll begin to realize-

Just one moment!

Do you realize that you're interrupting me?

-Yes, I realize that.

But there's something of interest I'd like to bring to your attention.

I'm not interested in anything you have to show me, Marx.

I think you'll be interested in this, Director.

Where is he?

Where's my Tomakin?

Oh, that's him! Of course it is.

Did you really think I wouldn't recognize my very own Tomakin?

-Stop it! What are you doing?

Get away from me!

-Don't you remember me, Tomakin?

Don't you remember your little Lindakin?

-Get this awful creature away from me!

I have no idea who she is! I've never seen her before in my life!

-Oh yes, you have!

You took her to the Savage Reservation with you.

You?

It's me, your Lindakin.

You can't be, you're dead.

The female I took with me, she died.

It's a lie!

-Marx, he's the one! He's behind this!

-I didn't die, Tomakin.

The savages found me and took me to their village.

And I couldn't leave, because...

because of...

our John.

John?

John? Wha-what are you talking about?

Father!

Oh, the shame of it.

The shame of it!

My whole reputation. Gone.

-After years of dedicated work.

Not a single moral blemish on my Computo-file.

-I never allowed myself to engage the same female three times in a month.

I faithfully attended Orgy services each and every week.

It just isn't fair!

-Yes, I see your point.

-But unfortunately your past good record cannot undo the scandal.

Well, it's his fault!

-He planned it all!

Surely not all of it.

Bernard wasn't even in his embryo-bag

when you went to the Savage Reservation with Linda Lysenko.

It wasn't my fault.

Perhaps not. But it did happen.

I know. I know.

Everyone is snickering at me and pointing at me.

I just can't face anyone again!

I don't know what to do!

It's just a thought,

maybe is you went away somewhere, somewhere far away?

Yes, someplace where they don't know about me.

-I see, you want a transfer.

-Yes, a transfer to a place where they don't know about this awful scandal,

-where I won't be the object of ridicule.

-I've heard

there's an opening with the Hatcheries Sub-station on Iceland.

-Iceland? Yes, that sounds remote enough.

Would you see that his transfer to Iceland is put through immediately?

This way.

Uh,

that awful Linda creature, she isn't out there is she?

No she didn't come, just your-

your son.

Oh no, no, no.

Perhaps you better take him the other way.

What a shame.

Yes, I could see how deeply affected you were by his predicament.

Well, I mean, it's sad

a man who has given so much to so many, out like that.

Oh, then you've modified your opinions of our society I take it?

You know, Your Fordship,

I don't know who has been telling you things like that about me.

That's of no consequence now.

You seem to have made quite a splash with your savage.

-Oh, it's amazing! People are clamoring-

I've received Tele-calls from some of the most respected people.

Everyone wants to know what he's really like.

-Yes, I'm sure.

But, for the moment, I'm much more concerned with what he thinks of us.

I'm going to leave you in charge of him.

But of course, I will require complete reports on everything he does.

You understand?

-Yes, of course, Your Fordship!

So this is the savage!

Well, come in!

I'm summoned forth.

-But you'll get to come and see me, won't you?

-Is that allowed?

Oh yes, that's allowed here.

In fact, required.

-But come along now, you'll have time for that later.

Fare thee well at once.

Bernard.

What's going to happen to him?

As a matter of fact, I've been full responsability over him.

-By His Fordship personally.

I've been instructed to show him everything and to report back directly.

Oh, well that won't leave much time engaging, won't it?

I'm afraid I'm going to be rather busy.

I meant John.

Perhaps I can work something out for you.

Well then, what shall we call you?

-My name is John.

-But your last name I mean.

Why not Savage?

-Mr. John Savage, how does that strike you for a name?

It woulds't not.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

A rose?

Oh yes, of course!

You do not have roses here do you?

Oh, I'm sure we do. In one of our Nature-Nausea classes or museums.

But don't people wish to see flowers growing?

Oh, they did once. But we found flowers to be counter-productive.

-A time that could have spend producing or consuming

was wasted idly looking at flowers.

I'm afraid I do not understand.

-Well of course you don't. Yet.

But you will.

That is, if you stay with us?

You're not going to send me back?

No! No! Only if you wish.

You see Mr. Savage, here in our world you may do anything you wish,

be anything you wish, have anything you wish.

Yes, and have anyone you wish.

-Linda?

No no, Mr. Savage, you musn't disturb her.

She's having her Joy-hour.

-How do I know she's alright?

-You can see for yourself.

Just look at her.

-If she is happy,

then beasts that reason not and lack all discourse are happy.

Linda? Linda?

Go away.

But it's John, your son!

Go away!

Soma! Soma! So-

See what you've done, you thrown off her Soma schedule!

-I'm very sorry.

-That is all Nanny-nurse.

I'm the Chief Dispenser. What is it Mr. Savage?

Linda, I want to have her with me.

Quite out of the question.

But she belongs with me, she's my mother.

-I will not tolerate that sort of dirty language in my dispensary.

-And if you plan to say more filthy things like that,

I'll simply have to ask you to leave, immediately.

This way, please.

I-I'm sorry, forgive me.

But I do want to have her with me.

-I don't think you understand, Mr. Savage.

Here we have her on a strict soma schedule,

two happiness hours and one full joy hour a day.

Without proper dispensary supervision she would immediately

'Soma-coma'.

-And if she didn't get any Soma?

-Then she would, of course, scream incessantly. Is that what you want?

-Oh, no no no.

But this Soma, aren't you actually shortening her life by giving so much.

-In one sense, yes.

But in another we're actually lenghtening it.

A 'Mega Soma-coma'is bit what the ancients used to call "eternity".

-Eternity?

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

You mean that?

-Not exactly.

-In any case, Mr. Savage,

you can be sure we do everything possible for her here.

Although nothing, of course, can save her.

You don't mean she's dying now!?

-No, no, not now.

But sooner or later the 'Mega-Soma dosis'

will lead to paralysis of the respiratory sector.

-Her breathing will then cease and she will die of terminal bliss.

I want to be with her when...

How soon will it happen?

-It's difficult to say. Especially in her case.

The first sign is usually a brief reality relapse.

-Of course, you don't want to see her then.

But I would!

Very well, Mr. Savage.

I'll see that you're contacted.

-To: His Fordship, Mustapha Mond. Western World Controller.

From: Bernard Marx. Subject: John Savage.

I first took the Savage to the Great Cathedral of Our Ford.

He was inspired by the deep synthetic reverence of the worshipers.

And I also believe I was able to explain to him the rudiments of surrogate spirituality

and 'placebic' belief.

John's tour of a Senior Kindergarten Conditioning School was,

a complete success.

Naturally I couldn't explain all the educational intricacies such as

Advanced Play-Math to him.

But I believe he might well be able to grasp some of simpler things such as

Nature-Nausea reinforcement conditioning.

Bernard, why-

While the Savage was obviously charmed by the Erotic Play class,

it did seem to raise a question in his mind.

He asked again, "where were the-

-mothers where the children came from?"

Now, Mr. Savage, I think you'll find this very interesting.

After the embryos are bagged,

they come along here for initial model selection.

At the moment we are turning out redesigned Delta's.

Oh, Juliette move not. And on thy sweet lips would

my soul be perched.

-Mr. Savage? Come along.

-I want to show you our all new Bokanovski Embryomatic Separator.

-One Epsilon unit goes in and out come sixty reproductions

-absolutely identical to the original in every production detail. Come along.

Please! I'm sorry, no more questions, we must keep on schedule-

-Are you engaging anyone tonight?

-Perhaps, I'll give you a Tele-call.

John, hurry! we'll be late for the Ford's day Syntho-service.

-What are they doing?

-These are the Delta workers receiving their daily ration of Soma.

-Like Linda?

-Yes, not as much, but the same thing.

-Why? You said they were happy?

-Of course, they're happy, everyone's happy.

-Then why do they take the Soma?

-Because it's prescribed, three after work and six on the Ford's day.

-Why, Bernard?

-John, really you must stop using that word.

Over here Mr. Savage!

-That's enough, we have to go on with our tour for Mr. Savage.

No more pictures.

-But we need a statement for the Daily Tele-Times.

Say one of your funny things Mr. Savage!

O for a Muse of fire,

that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

-A kingdom for a stage, princes to act.

And nobles to behold the swelling scene!

-It's wonderful. -That's perfect!

-Shall I go on?

Say something more, anything!

-That's all, I'm sorry, we must go on with our tour.

You can all interview Mr. Savage later on.

Right this way, Mr. Savage.

I hope none of that upset him?

I mean, I do hope do put anything unfavourable

about our operation in your report?

-Well, we'll see.

You can count on me to leave out any minor matters as long we

understand eachother. -Oh we do, we do Mr. Marx. I assure you.

Carefull Mr. Savage! Not too close.

-What is this?

-Those are Helio-fusion tubes.

You see we take Helio-energy from the sun.

The sun. Up there. Pop-pop?

Then we pipe it, thousands feet down there, underground.

Where it is turned into nuclear-fusion energy.

Bubble bubble. Fizz fizz.

Then back up comes fusion-energy through those tubes.

It's really quite simple.

-Approach, thou beacon to this under globe!

And thou, all-shaking thunder, strike down the thick rotundity o' th' world!

Well, yes, I suppose you could put it that way.

You will put that in your report, won't you? I mean

that I explained everything to him?

What's wrong with them?

Oh, that's a batch of our specially sub-stunted Epsilon workers.

-As you can see, they were designed specifically for Helio-fusion work.

-Heat-emotion pigment, growth-inhibiting hormones.

You will note that their bodies were designed

-to fit perfectly into the coils of the tubes.

Bernard, may we go?

-Oh, but we haven't seen the Delta Radio-fax workers yet, we haven't-

-I must go.

I feel a sickness of spirit. I'm sorry.

Oh, perhaps we better go.

-You won't put any of this in your report, won't you?

We have to leave.

You're behind schedule, take your elevator down for another batch.

-You did extremely well the other day at Obstacle Golf.

I mean for having never played the game before.

-But it's not a game, Bernard.

Everyone sits at that machine pressing buttons,

But no-one runs or jumps or throws like any game.

-It just to be like that once, I think.

With a round object that people used to hit with sticks.

Naturally, not many people could play at the same time.

But when they replaced these sticks and round things with machines,

so more people could spend more time consuming more energy.

-But noone plays though, Bernard.

Why do you call it a game?

-Because that's what it's called.

Central Slumbertorium. Two. Priority.

-Very good, sir. First level. Pink beam.

What is this, Bernard?

-This is the Slumbertorium Garden of the Departed Ones.

And there is no need to whisper.

Beautiful, aren't they?

-Are they truly dead?

-Oh, yes. Naturally, the departed ones aren't shipped here for

-formal 'Cosmetic Reconstitution' until they passed on.

-But I can assure you this is way they looked in real life.

What killed them?

Oh, nothing at all.

By taking the right chemicals we all stay young untill perhaps 80, 90.

-That's when the, uh, metabolic strain causes P.P.O.

that's 'Peacefull Passing On'.

Where as a right of Creative Cremation-

It's alright, you pushed a Disposa-button.

-Where did he go!?

Down to the Chemo-recovery furnace.

The bodies are brought here for Cosmetic Reconstitution

before cremation,and final chemo-recovery,

-that way the chemicals that are salvaged from the body

-are returned to usefulness,

-and the individual goes around being part of the Greater Society forever.

Do you want to play the Plop-Plop game?

-Yeah!

-Well, have you all finished your 'Yum-Yum Soma-candy'?

-Yeah!

Since you've all been very, very good on our Death-Training pick-nick,

-I guess it's time for your reward!

Each gets one Plop-Plop!

-Yay! -But just one!

Go on.

Alright children, all together

-Death is perfect, death is fun, death is good for everyone!

-Good! Very good!

Let's do it again, and show Mr. Savage here,

how we sing our 'We're not afraid of dying' song.

-When there's no-one left,

sing the song of death,

for a twenty corpses, baking in a stew,

making pretty chemicals, just for me and you-

-No! You don't understand!

Death is dark as night!

In that country from whose bourne, no traveler returns.

And none need caught death, but death will come to each.

And so let us sit upon the ground

And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

Let us talk of graves-

Really Mr. Savage,

-you've completely ruined my Death-Training class.

Now I'll have to start all over with them again.

Come on children, we'll go back to the dying in the hospital

and have a fun pick-nick.

-If you ask me, I think you should start educating your savage.

-Come on.

I'm sorry, Bernard.

I seem to have done something wrong.

-John, this incident is strictly between you and me.

And the savage then completely disrupted an advanced

Syntho-Philosophy course by asking strange questions to the students.

-What sort of questions exactly?

-Well, here for instance,

he asked them to explain to him why

life was a tale told by an idiot

full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Some sort of primitive gibberish, obviously.

Ah, yes. Macbeth.

Yes, obviously gibberish.

How about females? How many has he engaged with so far?

-None!

I know it's incredible. But atleast according ot this report from Marx,

that does seems to be the case.

And despite several illustrated lectures on morality,

he still seems to attached to his...

-His mother?

Yes, his mother. Decidedly unnatural.

For us, of course. But not for John Savage.

-Suppose he contaminates others with his base animalistic attitude?

-Unnatural is unnatural.

Perhaps, but then that's precisely what the experiment is all about.

-To determine whether the Savage

-can adjust to our higher plain of morality.

Of course, if that proves to be impossible,

the experiment has to be terminated.

-Should I advise Bernard Marx of that?

No, I don't think so. Afterall Mr. Marx is part of that experiment now too.

I think I've really done wonders with this boy.

You've no idea how difficult this sort of responsibility can be.

Tours, interviews, lectures and of course,

Our Fordship wants me to report personally about the Savage.

Well, I suppose I should be quite impressed by you these days, Bernard.

Well,

enough about me.

Tell me about yourself, Helmholtz.

What have you been doing?

Just a small piece of my own I've been working on.

Maybe you'd like me to show it to you?

-I'd love to, but I don't have the time.

-I'm sorry. You do understand, do you?

Yes, I think I do.

You've changed, Bernard.

I'm not surprised that you noticed. Everyone has.

As a matter of fact, just yesterday Sigmunda Lüse,

head of the Human Element Reconditioning Bureau,

told me that everyone's been saying that I'm a new, improved

Bernard Marx.

What happened to the young man

I used to be able to share any concerns with

and questions on the nature of free will?

-What happened to the young man who, so often,

wondered what it to be like to live free of conditioning?

What happened to that Bernard Marx?

All Computo-lescent nonsense, I've outgrown all that.

Now, I really have to hurry if I want to make my engagement with Sigmunda.

Helmholtz, just a wise word from a friend.

The sort of things that you were talking about,

concerns, free will.

I really think you should be more carefull.

-I will.

Tonight?

You're going to engage with the Savage tonight?

How thrilling!

-Bernard arranged it.

-Oh, I really do envy you Lenina.

I mean, everybody's talking about you

being interviewed by the Feelie-tone News,

being asked to lecture at the Young Women's Fordian Association

and being engaged by the President

of the External and Internal Secretions Corporations.

-Oh, it's so wonderfull. Except.

-What?

One part of it bothers me a little,

the trouble is I feel like I'm getting all this attention under false pretenses.

The first thing everyone wants to know is

"what's it's like to engage the Savage?"

The trouble is...

I just can't tell them.

Because I don't know.

You don't know?

You mean you've never engaged with the Savage?

Why not?

I've given him every opportunity!

There must just be something about me that he doesn't like.

Although I can't imagine what it could be.

Well I don't know either, I mean,

you're very pneumatic.

Maybe tonight will be different. We're going to see the new Feelie.

And then we're going to take a Sens-u-Pleasure Tour.

He's bound to be in the right mood after that.

Everyone says it's just wonderful! It's about this Blast-o-food worker,

that's Roger,

and he eats something that accidentally preconditions him

and when he sees June, he only wants her,

but because he's sick, he doesn't want anybody else to have her either.

So he comes all alone at night to the-

-Shh!

-Oh, there is my June!

-Just like the moon.

Up there in the sky, like a big plastic pie.

Who's there? Roger?

Roger!

Where are you Roger? -Here I am!

Oh come fly away with me

-and be my little Valentine.

We'll engage all day

-and engage all night.

-And soar forever to the highest height.

What is it, what's wrong?

-You have to put your hand on the Feelie-mitt

or else you won't get all the effects.

-Oh June-June, I swear by yonder moony-moon.

Hmmph, no, no!

I hear someone coming!

-You must go! Quick!

Saying goodbye is so much fun,

-that I will keep it up 'till night is done.

No!

No, it's wrong! Romeo and Juliette isn't like that!

Lenina,

you shouldn't go to see things like that.

-The Feelie you mean?

-It was based and ignoble. It was unworthy of someone like you.

-Well, I didn't know it was going to be like that.

That it would something that would upset you I mean.

You didn't know?

Well then, that explains everything.

It does?

-Oh, then I'm glad!

Well,

Good night.

-Good night?

Aren't you-

I mean I thought that-

No.

Don't you like me?

-Don't you like the way I look?

Why don't you just come in?

No, I musn't.

-Good night.

No Henry.

-But why?

-I-I don't know.

What do you think?

-It's fine, I'm sure.

-Fine?

Fine!?

This going to be perfect! You don't know who I've got coming,

Director of the Institute of Illustrated Mechanics,

Headmistress of Harvard,

Head of the Joint Chiefs of Computability,

President of the Council of Decantation Control.

This is just the beginning! You name them, I've got them!

Oh, and Helmholtz, if you'd like to come yourself,

that's fine, you're more than welcome to. Now if you'll excuse me.

You realize that my guests are from the top echelon of society,

I want the best.

-High tone stuff you mean.

Like after the Feelie is over?

-That's fine.

What about 'How I love that dear old bottle of mine'? Can you play that?

Yes, it's programmed for that one too.

That's what I'm talking about. We want things that are sedate.

-Good old Mr. Marx, strictly high-class stuff.

-It's such a responsibility, but I suppose it is worth it.

After this party, I'll be invited everywhere.

Is that what you want?

Of course! Don't you?

I suppose,

or at least I know I used to.

I'll put in the right word with the right people for you.

Well, since I've been in charge of John I've met some influential people.

Where is John?

Oh, John! He should be out here by now. I better go check on him.

You're absolutley sure you won't stay for the party?

I don't think I'll fit in with your guests.

I'm sure you know best.

What are you doing? No! That won't do at all!

-What? -What!? What you're wearing!

I want you to change into what you had on

-when you came from the Reservation.

Bernard.

I need to talk to you about some things.

John, my guests are arriving.

I need to talk to you about Lenina.

No, no, she would not do at all.

-They're expecting to see the Savage naturally.

-I want you to look like a savage. Change.

Mr. Marx, where is the Savage?

-He's getting ready.

There's Elton Lynn, a marvelous Tele-cartoonist. If you'll pardon me-

-Anita Shapely,

Director of the Bureau of Standards and Practices of Socio-Sex Norms.

Bernard Marx?

Yes, I thought so. From your record of course.

-My record?

-Oh yes, we keep all Sex-Deviants records on file.

Now I think it would be best if I saw the Savage alone.

Naturally, I prefer to conduct my Socio-Sex examinations in privacy,

so if you could just show me to him-

-I couldn't! I-I-I'm....

-Couldn't?

Perhaps you're forgetting about the file on your deviant perversions?

-Mr. J. Edgar Milhouse, Professor of Shredology of the

Advanced College of Histo-Bunk Rectification Studies.

-Prof. Milhouse, I'm so delighted that-

-Who are you?

I'm your host, I'm Bernard Marx.

Ah, well, where is he? Where is the Savage?

I didn't come here to chitchat,

I want to see him. Now.

-Yes, of course professor. I'm just on my way to get him.

-Her Reverence Archdeaconess Rona DeMille,

Director of Orgy-Porgy Services and Disco-Worship.

-Your Reverence, I shall return in one moment.

-You have to come out John, and that's all there is to it.

-I promised everyone that they can meet you and everyone is here.

You should have asked me first.

-But you don't even have to say anything.

Maybe one or two of your little speeches.

Please come out, John. Please.

I will not be as flies to wanton boys,

they kill us for their sport.

That's exactly the sort of thing that I'm talking about.

If you could just come and say something wonderful

-to them like that, they would adore you!

No.

John how could you act like that?

-After all that I've done for you?

Bringing you back here and everything else?

John.

This party is very important to me and it should be important to you also!

Everybody's here! Everyone who matters!

-They're all waiting to see you!

John you're acting like an absolute Epsilon!

-I promise he's on his way! He'll be right here, he's coming!

Excuse me, you haven't tasted the artificial soybean pods!

-No, I haven't! And I do not intend to!

I have never been so humiliated in my life!

Imagine!

Rearranging my entire schedule to come here and examine the Savage.

And all for nothing! - Oh no no, not all for nothing,

he's marvelous-

-I made a note of this Marx, and as far as I'm concerned,

you should have been sent away somewhere.

And after this, you will be.

-Professor, what-

-And to think I was actually going to invite him to a High-Holy Disco-Mass,

you can be certain that after this he'll never be invited anywhere.

-If you all just please wait-

-Don't think you'll get away with this, you little nothing.

I'm going to see that everyone finds out about this little fiasco you staged.

-If you would all wait and be patient for one moment!

-Obviously Thomas was right about you!

Now everyone will know what you're really like!

-Benito, don't go! We can talk about old times,

we've always been friends!

-Not now, Bernard. I mean,

if stay here with you, then they start laughing at me too.

Get out of here, all of you!

Get out! Just get out!

Stop playing and get out.

Get out of here! What are you deaf?

Bernard?

Did you send them away?

No, they left. When they couldn't see you, they left.

It's a scandal.

Everybody is going to be talking about it.

Everyone is going to be laughing at me.

Once in Malpais, on the Reservation,

more than anything I wanted to be chosen to be one of the hunters.

-They didn't want me. They laughed at me.

Well what did you do?

I hunted alone.

Well, it's not like that here John.

The most important thing is Community, Identity,

Stability. It's wrong to do something alone.

Besides, what would I do?

Anything you wished to do.

Um, I know you want to help an dI appreciate it,

but you couldn't possibly understand what I'm going through.

-Afterall, you're nothing but an uncivilized savage.

Bernard,

everything will be allright again.

I don't think so.

I think it will be exactly the way it was before.

The way you were when I first met you?

But that would be very good!

What are you talking about?

Oh Bernard, there's nothing wrong with being unhappy.

-Perhaps I do not understand.

Perhaps you should speak to a friend you can trust.

You have a friend, don't you?

Of course I do. I have dozens of them! Dozens.

Helmholtz! He's got time for me day, night.

Come on.

Whoever it is, go away! I don't want see anyone!

Helmholtz, it's me!

Please! There are people trying to engage!

Instead of wandering about shouting in the middle of the night!

Oh, Bernard, John. Well come in, come in.

-Really. Some people just have no sense of decency at all!

It was horrible!

To have everyone leave me there.

To be left

alone,

all alone.

You can't imagine what that felt like!

But I can! That's exactly what happened!

I found out I could imagine it!

-I was invited for a lecture at the school for Advanced Emotional Engineering,

I don't know what possessed me, but instead of using the prescribed rhymes,

I started reciting a work of my own.

A new Jingle. Well what's the harm in that?

No, it's different than that. Wait.

I'll read some of it for you.

I flee from all committees,

stick but a broken drum,

midnight in the city,

suits in a vacuum,

shut-eye sleepy faces, every stopped machine-

-Stop it!

-I know! I know, it's full of ideas! Dissident ideas!

There's even a part later on about the pleasures of solitude-

-Well don't read it!

Ideas like that, my Ford! Suppose they got inside someone's head!

-Yes, that's what the president of the Solidarity Council said,

when I had to appear before them.

And of course they're right, I know they're right!

I just that I can't-

-You should have destroyed these, Computo-shredded them!

They're not-Jingles, I have no idea what they are.

Poetry.

Poetry!?

Po-e-try?

What kind of thing is this? Explain it to me.

-Well it's...

it's not like anything else.

It's beautiful.

Like this,

What a piece of work is a man,

how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties,

in form and moving, how express and admirable

-and in action how like an angel in apprehension,

how like a god.

That's worse than what Helmholtz read!

Beauty of the world, the paragon of animals,

and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust.

Just stop it! Stop it!

Bernard!

Bernard is right.

The words aren't civilized. Vulgar.

And yet the song,

the ritmes,

obviously whoever wrote them was a first-rate propaganda technician.

Some primitive Jingle-writer, I suppose.

-But the emotions! The ideas!

-Grief, hate!

Computo-lescents vowing to angels and gods!

No, it's all too uncivilized, vulgar.

If only there was some kind of believable madness and

violence and passion one could write about.

But what?

-What could it be?

First of all,

I hope that you understand that I've made every attempt

to reform the Savage's thinking.

The constant contact with the Savage has allowed me to

rededicate myself to the ultimate principles of Community, Identity, Stability.

So that I can fulfill-

-Yes, I'm sure it has Mr. Marx.

I'm sure.

At the moment, I'm more interested in the social and emotional

-development of the Savage, than I am in you.

Oh yes, of course, I'm getting to that.

I merely wanted to make sure that Your Fordship understood that any

maladjustment shown on the part of the Savage is not my fault.

Then whose fault is it, Mr. Marx?

Well,

as a matter of fact,

he's been spending a great deal of time with Helmholtz Watson.

-They spend hours together talking about all sorts of aberrational things

like, grief, passion, love.

Not that I let myself be contaminated about what they're saying.

-But of course, you listened yo it?

-Yes, of course, I have to. It's part of my duty isn't?

On the other hand, if you feel that I shouldn't-

-No! Not at all.

How else would you be able to report to me?

Yes, that's what I thought. And, of course, it's only reason I did listen.

You say the Savage talks a great deal about passion

and in fact, love.

Perhaps his maladjustment has to do with his relations with women.

It can't be. He doesn't have any.

Relations with women I mean. Not that I haven't tried my very best to explain

that he should engage with as many women as possible,

but apparently he's just too primitive to understand about morality.

As a matter of fact, he actually seems to think it's wrong

to want more than one female.

Then there is one particular female he's shown a more than ordinary interest in.

Yes, I've made do note of it. I can give you the name,

not that I've observed them myself,

-but I did hear the Savage mention the name to Helmholtz. It's Lenina,

Lenina Disney.

-Perhaps I could speak to her if you like, uh,

warn her of the consequences.

No.

Since she is apparently part of the experiment now too.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Cease all Computo-six order operations.

What happened Lenina?

-I don't know! I was supposed to be fertilizing a batch of Gamma females

and I think I turned them all into Epsilon males.

There, you see. It's all right now!

Besides, they can always use an extra batch of Epsilons.

But that's the third mistake I made today.

I don't know what's wrong with me!

Well I do. You haven't engaged with a single man in over a week

and you refused to go to the Orgy-session last night at the YWFA.

I suppose everybody's talking about how bad and immoral I am,

but I can't help myself.

All I want is him, John.

But he doesn't want me.

Oh, nonsense! I mean, every man wants you, why wouldn't he?

Yes,

why shouldn't he?

Oh Helmholtz! I'm very glad you could come,

I need to talk to you-

I'm here for you, John.

I just don't understand you.

Sometimes I think you want me, and sometimes I think youh don't.

Don't you even like me a little?

Oh yes. Oh yes, more than that.

More than words can wheel the matter.

Oh,

I knew you really wanted to be with me.

You do, don't you?

Lenina, I want to be with you always and forever, for all eternity.

No! Don't say things like that!

First you say such nice things to me,

then you talk to me as if I were some awful, bad woman.

Oh, no. You,

so perfect, so perfect and so peerless,

created of every creatures best.

But if I'm so perfect then why haven't you asked for me?

Because I'm not worthy of you.

In Malpais, I would've brought you the skin of a mountain lion,

but here I do not know what it is I should do to prove myself to you.

Lenina, set me a task, anything!

I'll make mountains level and the continent melt itself into the sea.

Oh mistress that I serve,

who makes my labours pleasure.

If only this. Let me fetch and carry for you.

But why?

There are machines to do everything.

Or at least Epsilon semi-morons.

Besides, you needn't do anything at all.

Just take me.

Oh please, take me.

Oh please, make me quick. I'll set my dials so you can drive me wild.

Oh, hug me! Hug me 'till you drug me.

Give me kiss that's full of bliss.

Oh shame, where is thy blush?

Impudent strumpet! Whore!

Get thee to another and go!

A what?

-Assume a virtue, if you have it not!

Out of my sight, damned whore!

-A gramme is better than a damn!

When your nerves go jingle-jangle, Soma will make you spick-and-spangle.

The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous appetite.

Oh frialty, thy name is woman.

Was this goodly book made to write 'whore' upon it?

Huh? Yes?

-John Savage?

Yes, this is John Savage.

-Linda Lysenko.

How serious?

-Approaching terminal bliss.

Euphoria, dying in the hospital, I'll be on my way.

I did love you,

once.

Love is madness.

John?

-a Tele-call, it's allright.

-What is all this commotion about?

-He insists on going into Intensive Euphoria Unit.

-Are you the Head-Nanny nurse?

My name is John Savage, there's someone here,

Linda Lysenko, I have to see her.

-I'm sorry, but no visitors are allowed in the IEU-ward

without permission from the Chief Dispenser.

I received a call she was dying.

-Of course,

we naturally assumed that you would be glad to hear the news.

-I'm not glad to hear it!

-Well we can't have that, after all

death is happy, death is good.

I'll see that you get an Amphetapep pill.

-No no, I don't want a pill.

I just want to see my mother.

Mr. Savage,

we don't allow that sort of dirty talk in here.

-That is all Nanny-Nurse?

-Yes, Chief Dispenser.

-Now then, Mr. Savage. I assume that you're here about Linda Lysenko.

Well I can only tell you that she's doing extremely well.

Her 'Mega-Soma infusions' have had to be slightly increased.

But she really seems quite cheery and happy as of course is normal.

Altogether, we're quite pleased with her condition.

-You mean, she's going to be allright?

-She is allright, Mr. Savage.

-But the Tele-call. They said she was dying.

Yes, any moment now I should imagine.

Tests indicate it will really be quite quick and simple,

no need at all for a Central Euthanasia treatment.

May I see her first?

I can't imagine why.

But she's through there, in the Final Euphoria Lounge.

-Don't disturb the others who are dying.

Others? -Of course.

Death is social and death is shared.

There!

Yes, exquisite isn't?

Of course, I can't do the sort of finished artistic work they do on post-termination

with Moulded Plastic Application, Silicone injection and pigment infusion.

Still, I actually prefer the little,

how shall I call it?

Lifelike quality that's always lacking in post-termination.

This isn't Linda Lysenko.

No, I was going to start next on her.

-And believe me, you absolutely will not know her when I'm through.

No.

-But results are so much better if I can start while they're in pre-terminal-

-No!

-Well,

if you don't care how she looks.

Linda, Linda.

Hmm, John.

Were you playing outside?

-Yes.

-You have to study now, so

when we go back to the Other Place,

you'll know everything.

Say your Alphabet now with me.

A, B, C,

Vitamin D, the...

I forgot, what is it?

I've forgotten.

-A, B, C, Vitamin D,

The fat's in the liver, the cod's in the sea.

-That's it, that's it.

-E, F, G, H and I

Ford's in his Flivver, and there's goodies in the sky.

Linda?

John!

Is that you?

-Yes.

-Don't go away again.

-I won't.

-Tell me,

tell me again about, about...

What was it?

-About the pretty lady dreaming.

-Tell me that now, please.

-But now sleep,

sleep and see what visions I have seen,

of towers cloud capped,

and men that like angels fly,

thither shall we go, you and I

and such perfection-

-My children, everyone will get his turn.

And the one who does the best will get an extra 'Soma-cream' treat.

-Yay!

You don't mind if my class plays a little, do you?

Oh no, not all. That's part of the fun of my job.

Good. Everybody ready?

Get set.

Go!

-What's wrong with her?

Leave her alone.

I said leave her alone!

Get them out of here, you understand?

Get them out of here!

Certainly not, Mr. Savage.

-You should know by now that this is a prescribed Death-Training class.

How dare you interfere with the children's Death Conditioning?

Get them out of here!

Come along, children. Come along.

We'll go play somewhere else.

We'll have a nice game of 'Hunt the Zipper' and then we'll go to the crematorium-

-Pelè?

-No.

It's John, mother.

It's John, your son.

Hold me, I feel so-

Help me!

Please help me.

-Yes?

But there is nothing at all wrong. She's just dead.

Attention in the Intensive Euphoria Lounge,

a new happy one has just passed on.

They'll be right in to get her.

Are you sure she wouldn't benefit from a little touch-up before...

Please form yourselves into lines for Soma distribution, thank you.

How many goodly creatures there are here,

-how beauteous mankind is,

Oh brave new world.

Listen to me, this Soma is bad.

It's poison.

It hurts you-

-Please don't do that, Mr. Savage.

Soma makes you into slaves.

-It robs you of everything magical and special within you.

-Mr. Savage, please don't do that!

You can never be free untill you're free of Soma!

Everyone be calm! There is an ample supply of Soma, enough for everyone.

I'm not going let you take anymore.

Now listen to me,

don't you want to feel alive?

Don't want to feel free? Don't you want to feel the blood coursing in your veins!?

-Mr. Savage, don't do that.

This is poison!

-Mr. Savage, please.

Mr. Savage, they need their Soma.

-No, they don't.

-Emergency, Helio-fusion plant number 3.

Send Solidarity Enforcers immediately.

There! It's gone, all of it!

Park Court, please. Number 3-1-7.

Occupant: John Savage.

Present location, activity, respond.

-Where's the Savage?

-I'm finding out now.

-Soma Distribution Centre, Helio-Thrax Energy Plant.

-Activity: Inciting riot.

-Amazing! -Oh my Ford, they're going to think this my fault!

Where are you going?

-To help John!

Soma! Soma! Soma!

-No! You're not getting any Soma!

You want to be free!

-Soma! Soma! Soma!

Where's John?

-There!

-He's out of control, he's totally out of control!

Let's get out of here.

-No! Let's help him!

-There! Stop them!

-It's allright now, we'll take care of everything.

Ready to spray them with Soma-Vapor!

Cover them with Anesthetic Hypo-beam!

Bring up the Sytho-Muzak speaker!

-Ready to Syntho-cast. Voice of Reason tape?

-No, I think the Voice of Good Feeling,

Anti-roit speech number two, medium strength.

-Yes, sir.

-My friends, my friends... -Move out.

Please, please, what is the meaning of this?

My dearest friends, why aren't you all being happy and good together?

Happy and good. At peace.

Be calm. Be calm.

Please. Please.

I do want you to be happy.

Be happy. Be happy. Be happy.

Yes, be happy!

Now goodbye, my dearest dearest friends.

May the Good Ford keep you and watch over you.

-Destroy Soma. Destroy Soma.

Apparently the Soma vapour didn't completely restore them to emotional stability.

-Destroy Soma. Destroy Soma.

Farewell.

-We don't need your Soma.

We're free, right?

He's the one who caused it.

The Savage.

-Nevertheless, I'm afraid we'll have to take them all in.

-Will the three of you come quietly or must we anaesthetize?

-We'll come.

-Thank you.

-Who, me? Why me?

I-I'm not involved with it, this is a mistake.

-I'm sorry. But orders have been issued directly

from the Western Controlers Office. By His Fordship, Mustapha Mond.

All three of you are to be taken in, immediately.

They're here?

-Yes, they're waiting for you.

-It's a shame.

Especially the Savage.

After all, he was anthropologically unique.

Why are they taking so long? What are they going to do?

If I can just explain to someone this isn't my fault...

What are you doing?

-I'm making some notes on a new Jingle about feeling-

-Feeling what?

-I don't know, something, anything! Just feeling.

-That's ridiculous, it's certainly not going to be any help

-I don't care about that.

-Well I do! What about me?

-What rhymes with hurt?

Quirck? Dirt? Spurt! That's it.

Not the deepest wounds could hurt,

though from them life's blood did spurt.

-You'll tell him for me, won't you, John?

-What? -That this isn't my fault?

-Tell me what you...

Look at this, Bernard!

-It's an antique, they call it a book.

-No. It's Shakespeare.

-Looks like a book to me.

Your Fordship, I can explain everything.

It was a mistake, we didn't mean it.

-I did! I meant to do what I did and I'm not sorry.

Well, I want Your Fordship to know that I'm sorry.

I'm deeply, deeply sorry for everything that I've done wrong,

-Yes, yes, Mr. Marx.

And what about you, Mr. Savage?

Any apologies from you?

-No.

Apparently you don't like our civilization at all, do you?

-No.

-Then you find nothing in our way of life to your liking. Nothing at all?

The music. That sometimes is pleasant.

Oh, yes. If music be the food of love...

Well, enough of that.

You've read Shakespeare?

-Oh yes, and others.

Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast.

-You see, Mr. Savage. My special conditioning has allowed for all this.

Even though it's prohibited to everyone else,

-for those of us who must ultimately guide others to what is right,

-it is imperative to understand the lure of what is wrong.

And of course it is a lure, isn't it?

-Yes! -No! No! I hated every moment of it.

-Well,

whatever the motivations, your actions have caused problems.

Definite problems.

-But then there's a quite simple way of removing them.

What is that?

By removing both of you, of course.

Oh, no.

You will have to be removed to some other place,

so the possibility of contamination will be removed with you.

You mean you're going to send us away to a free island, like Iceland?

I don't deserve a faith like that, Your Fordship.

-No, no, Mr. Marx, nothing like that.

You and Mr. Watson will be allowed to choose among any of the islands.

Tahiti, Jamaica, Hawaii and, of course, you will be

allowed absolute and complete freedom to do anything you want,

read anything you want, even think anything you want.

That's wonderful!

-That's perfect! That's all I've want to be free to write anything I want

and not just Jingles, but something more, something...

different.

But not somewhere like Tahiti.

No, that would be too easy, too pleasant. Too much like the life here.

Isn't there somewhere else that's harsher, colder, less perfect?

-Oh yes, there's a free free island to meet every dissonant taste.

Lapland, Greenland, Antartica, the Falklands.

-Of course, we don't have many calls for those

and life on them can be a bit bleak and lonely.

Wonderful! That's perfect! That's exactly what I want.

Something cold and harsh, and bleak.

Then I know I'll be able to write something different.

I'm ready to go. The sooner the better.

-Well fine, fine. You can arrange everything with the Extended Vacation Bureau,

just tell my assistent, Maoina Krupps.

-Thank you, Your Fordship.

John...

But we'll talk before I go.

May I read your poetry?

Yes! Thank you! Wonderful!

Bernard, coming?

Have you gone insane!?

I can't go somewhere like Lapland or Antartica!

I don't have to go someplace like that, do I, Your Fordship?

No, no of course not, Mr. Marx.

I think you'd much prefer somewhere like Tahiti.

-Tahiti?

-Yes, a pleasant climate, no work and charmingly pneumatic females.

-Females? -Yes, as many or as few as you desire but,

study the brochures Mr Marx, I'm sure you'll find the right thing just for you.

John, uh, I'm off to Tahiti and, uh,

I just want to say that I wish all the best.

-Thank you.

I hope you find what you want.

Tahiti.

Charmingly pneumatic females.

Do anything you want.

Read anything you want. Think anything you want.

-What about me?

-Yes, what about you, Mr. Savage?

You pose a much more difficult problem.

Unfortunately, your dissidence is so ingrained,

so much a part of you,

that it might even be dangerous to send you to the Free Free Islands.

-And, of course, it would be impossible now to send you back

-to the primitive Reservation after your exposure to civilization.

And, on the other hand, you have made it quite clear that

you can't be allowed to openly wander about this part of our society.

-I don't want to be a part of your society. I want to be alone.

I think it best, to find some isolated place where I can

completely and totally by myself.

-Yes, that may just be the answer.

-Thank you.

-And for your sake, I hope it is.

Yes, we'll try it for a while, Mr. Savage.

I'll make all the arrangements for you.

John! John!

Go away, please, go away!

I'm sorry, no-one can look at the Savage today!

But I have to see John the Savage, I know him!

No visitors today, you'll have to leave. Move along!

But-

-You'll have to leave with the others. Move along!

Good morning, Mr. Savage.

I took advantage of my position to let myself in. I hope you don't mind.

No.

If you'd like to join me, I think I've enough for two.

Enough of what, exactly?

-It's going to be stew. Potatoes, carrots, onions,

fresh fishheads.

Oh no, thank you. I had some imitation scrambled cholesterol before I left.

But you go right ahead.

Interesting, you've grown your own food, built furniture,

woven colth for yourself.

So, now you're Robinson Crusoe and this is your very own Walden.

I'm sorry? -I am sorry!

I was referring to some other books that you, perhaps, haven't read.

But then I'm sure the same ideas can be found in Shakespeare.

Someone cast on an island who builds a dwelling for himself to live in.

Be not afraid, the Isle is full of noises,

sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.

Ah yes, the native Caliban from your Mr. Shakespeare's The Tempest.

And, uh, is that what you are now, Mr. Savage?

Not afraid? At peace with yourself?

And if so, why do you have this?

To drive evil spirits out of your body, I suppose?

-I don't believe in evil spirits anymore.

I'm not even sure I believe in the good ones. I wish I could, but I can't.

So we've taken that away from you too. I'm sorry.

But if you don't believe in evil spirits anymore, why do you whip yourself?

I still believe in my spirit.

And the desires within me which are evil.

But my dear Mr. Savage!

With a Violence-Passion Surrogate treatment, you achieve the same end

but without any of the unpleasantness and inconvenience.

No need for hair shirts and whips. Just the proper button to push,

in complete comfort.

-I don't want comfort.

-Then what do you want?

Unpleasantness? Suffering? Pain?

Yes, I want it all. All of the things you've done away with.

I want danger, I want poetry, I want goodness,

I want sin, I want freedom.

Put more directly, what you are saying is that

you are claiming the right to be unhappy.

Allright then, I claim the right to be unhappy.

But that also means the right to be sick,

to be crippled, to be insane,

the right to grow old and ugly, and wrinkled.

The right to protect yourself from violence.

The right to kill or be killed.

The right to have too little to eat.

-And the right to hope, to love.

-Yes, even the right to fall in love.

And then be spurred, betrayed, left raft with pain and jealousy,

is all of that really what you want, Mr. Savage?

That's exactly what I want.

I claim all of it!

You're welcome.

Right, right! Now there's the angle I want!

Right through there!

Now, remember! I want the Feelie-camera following him at all times.

-Now D.B?

-No, no, no. Wait 'till the Savage comes outside, I'll tell you when.

-I'm sorry! Visitors are not allowed here any longer.

Who's in charge here?

-I am, officer!

The name is Darwin Bonaparte, and I happen to be Feelie-film director.

And this is Darwin Bonaparte Feelie-Film conceived,

produced and, of course, authored by Darwin Bonaparte.

-Who gave you permission to do this?

-The Western World Controller, His Fordship Mustapha Mond.

-Oh! That's different!

-I'm afraid you're in the way there, if you don't mind,

I don't like this action when I'm creating.

-There he is!

-Cameras!

-Ready when you are D.B!

-You see how I've caught the artistic essence of the Savage, Your Fordship.

A lone outcast, surrounded by the uncivilized forces of nature.

-Yes, I do see.

It's quite beautiful.

Alluring, in fact.

-But I assume you wouldn't want it to be too-

-Too persuasive? -Right, exactly what I thought too.

Of course, this is just a rough cut.

Naturally I plan to get rid of all the alluring parts,

you'll see, once it's edited, speeding up,

slowing down, changing words. So that the Savage will be a charming,

comic figure.

-Charming? I thought you meant to say something else.

Pathetic?

P-Primitive?

R-Ridiculous? Ridiculous!

Yes, that's exactly the word I was looking for.

When I finish, the Savage will be completely ridiculous.

The Sens-u-Feelie Corporations presents a new Feelie-Film

by Darwin Bonaparte.

A farcical comedy produced and authored by Darwin Bonaparte.

Simple Simon Savage.

Stop it!

Stop that!

Why are you laughing at him!?

That isn't the way he is! He isn't like that!

Stop it!

I think we're going to need more guards.

They're all bottled on their holiday ration of Ampheta-pep.

-If the Savage doesn't come out soon, it could turn into a riot.

-You better send for Soma gass. You may need it.

-Yes, Sir!

No, please!

Why don't you leave me alone!?

This is my home!

Stay away from me!

Leave me alone!

There he is!

Get away!

This is my home!

Get away! Now!

I understand!

I know what you meant, I felt it!

I own love, my heart proclaims.

Do you understand, John?

Bring up the Soma gass!

Lenina!

Lenina!

Lenina!

Whoever you're looking for, sir, we must already have them.

-I'm just trying to-

-Perhaps she's over at the Collection Station?

-No, she's here.

She's waiting for me.

Breathe!

Happily breathe, Lenina.

Then no more shall I.

Eyes, look your last.

Take your last embrace.

And, lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing death.

Here's to my love.

Any termination casualties, sergeant?

-No, sir. But there was one case of a complete derangement,

a Beta, female, Lenina Disney.

And when we revived her, she began talking very strangely.

-We couldn't make out all the words. Except-

Except for some very vulgar ones.

-Yes?

Love, marriage.

-And some even filthier than that!

She kept pleading to be left here.

Of course we re-Somatized her immediately!

See that's she's taken to the nearest Moral Reconditioning Centre.

Obviously, a case of acute Sexomania.

But a few days of Syntho-therapy

and she'll be quite normal and happy again.

-Yes, sir!

Mr. Savage?

Mr. Savage?

-Is it finished?

Yes all records of the experiment have been Computo-shredded

and completely Electro-erased.

-Of course, he posed great problems.

People wondering how he could do without Soma.

Why he lived alone.

How? Why? How? Why?

But still I wonder.

Was there another way, Maoina?

-For the Savage? What?

-I don't know.

-Well, you tried to civilize him,

to teach him.

-Yes, like Caliban, the blade take you Prospero for teaching me.

-Caliban?

-A different savage, also a magician.

Whom an ancient kind of controller named Prospero, tried to civilize.

Just a story.

-I don't understand.

-No, but John did.

-Will there be anything more, Your Fordship?

-No, nothing more at all.

The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

the solemn temples, the great globe itself shall dissolve

and like insubstantial pageant faded,

leave not a rack behind,

we are such stuff dreams are made on

and our little life is rounded with a sleep.