2003-08-01; 1:31 p.m.

...brilliant huxley...

Wheels must turn steadily, but cannot turn untended. There must be men to tend them, men as steady as the wheels upon their axles, sane men, obedient men, stable in contentment.

Crying: My baby, my mother, my only, only love; groaning: My sin, my terrible God; screaming with pain, muttering with fever, bemoaning old age and poverty--how can they tend the wheels? And if they cannot tend the wheels...The corpses of a thousand thousand thousand men and women would be hard to bury or burn.

- brave new world

I'm tingly.

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