Quotes from Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, chapters 1-3

(Page numbers are from Perennial Classics Edition, published 1998.)

For of course some sort of general idea they must have, if they were to do their work intelligently – though as little of one, if they were to be good and happy members of society, as possible.  For particulars, as every one knows, make for virtue and happiness; generalities are intellectually necessary evils.  Not philosophers but fretsawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society. (p. 4)

“And that,” put in the Director sententiously, “that is the secret of happiness and virtue – liking what you’ve got to do.  All conditioning aims at that:  making people like their unescapable social destiny.”  (p. 16)

No further attempt was made to teach children the length of the Nile in their sleep. Quite rightly.  You can’t learn a science unless you know what it’s all about.  (p. 26)

     …..For that there must be words, but words without reason.  In brief, hypnopaedia.
     “The greatest moralizing and socializing force of all time.”
     The students took it down in their little books.  Straight from the horse’s mouth. (p. 28)

“Till at las t the child’s mind is these suggestions, and the sum of the suggestions is the child’s mind.  And not the child’s mind only.  The adult’s mind too – all his life long.  The mind that judges and desires and decides – made up of these suggestions.  But all these suggestions are our suggestions!” (p. 28-29)

“….Imagine the folly of allowing people to play elaborate games which do nothing whatever to increase consumption.”  (p. 31)

“But everyone belongs to everyone else,” he said, reciting the hypnopaedic proverb. (p. 40)

“Stability,” insisted the Controller, “stability. The primal and the ultimate need.  Stability.  Hence all this.” (p. 43)

Sixty-two thousand four hundred repetitions make one truth.  (p. 47)

“Ending is better than mending.” (p. 49)

“Work, play – at sixty our powers and stases are what they were at seventeen.  Old men in the bad old days used to renounce, retire, take to religion, spend their time reading, thinking – thinking!” . . ..  “Now – such is progress – the old men work, the old men copulate, the old men have no time, not leisure from pleasure, not a moment to sit down and think – or if ever by some solid substance of their distractions, there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a weekend, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon; returning whence they find themselves on the other side of the crevice, safe of the solid ground of daily labour and distraction, scampering from feely to feely, from girl to pneumatic girl, from Electromagnetic Golf course to . . . “ (p. 55-56)