Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Brave New World

Book club has the salutary effect of forcing you to read things you don't particularly want to.  So here I am again, reading Huxley's high school-reading list chestnut.  So far it's notable mostly for its stridency- a kind of adolescent lookatmenow yawpishness.

But there's some fun in it, too, small details I didn't notice the first time through:

"Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation."

Huxley is not a Buddhist.  And neither am I.  

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