A nurse passes by with a howling little boy-he had seemed reluctant to engage in erotic play, so she is taking him to the Assistant Superintendent of Psychology. The director points to a boy and a girl engaging in a sexual game. They play a game called Centrifugal Bumble-puppy, which involves a chrome steel tower and a rolling ball. Outside in the playground, six or seven hundred naked children are running around. They just need to drink soma and choose merriment over truth.The tour proceeds outdoors. Sure, human beings are indoctrinated to behave in one way only according to their caste, and the whole State is a system founded on production and consumption, fueled by the consumerist tendencies of its inhabitants yet, they are happy. His demise does, indirectly, prove Mustapha Mond’s point, as, by eliminating “mother, monogamy, and romance” alongside “feeling strongly,” the World State succeeded in creating a stable society where everybody was superficially happy. Eventually, abiding by those feelings causes him to try to purify himself with self-flagellation, which, in an unfortunate turn of events, leads to his madness and suicide. “Mother, monogamy, and romance” are concepts that are reviled in the World State, as is the whole idea of “feeling strongly” however, for John, these are core values, as he is devoted to his mother, and strives for monogamy and romance while still experiencing feelings unfiltered by soma. In Chapter 3, Mustapha Mond explains the history of the World State to a group of boys touring the Hatchery. And feeling strongly (and strongly, what was more, in solitude, in hopelessly individual isolation), how could they be stable?' (Chapter 3) What with mothers and lovers, what with the prohibitions they were not conditioned to obey, what with the temptations and the lonely remorses, what with all the diseases and the endless isolating pain, what with the uncertainties and the poverty-they were forced to feel strongly. Their world didn’t allow them to take things easily, didn’t allow them to be sane, virtuous, happy.

No wonder those poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable. High spurts the fountain fierce and foamy the wild jet.

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