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"
But
all
the
same
,
"
insisted
the
Savage
,
"
it
is
natural
to
believe
in
God
when
you
’
re
alone
–
quite
alone
,
in
the
night
,
thinking
about
death
.
.
.
"
"
But
people
never
are
alone
now
,
"
said
Mustapha
Mond
.
"
We
make
them
hate
solitude
;
and
we
arrange
their
lives
so
that
it
’
s
almost
impossible
for
them
ever
to
have
it
.
"
The
Savage
nodded
gloomily
.
At
Malpais
he
had
suffered
because
they
had
shut
him
out
from
the
communal
activities
of
the
pueblo
,
in
civilized
London
he
was
suffering
because
he
could
never
escape
from
those
communal
activities
,
never
be
quietly
alone
.
"
Do
you
remember
that
bit
in
King
Lear
?
"
said
the
Savage
at
last
.
"
’
The
gods
are
just
and
of
our
pleasant
vices
make
instruments
to
plague
us
;
the
dark
and
vicious
place
where
thee
he
got
cost
him
his
eyes
,
’
and
Edmund
answers
–
you
remember
,
he
’
s
wounded
,
he
’
s
dying
–
’
Thou
hast
spoken
right
;
’
tis
true
.
The
wheel
has
come
full
circle
;
I
am
here
.
’
What
about
that
now
?
Doesn
’
t
there
seem
to
be
a
God
managing
things
,
punishing
,
rewarding
?
"
"
Well
,
does
there
?
"
questioned
the
Controller
in
his
turn
.
"
You
can
indulge
in
any
number
of
pleasant
vices
with
a
freemartin
and
run
no
risks
of
having
your
eyes
put
out
by
your
son
’
s
mistress
.
’
The
wheel
has
come
full
circle
;
I
am
here
.
’
But
where
would
Edmund
be
nowadays
?
Sitting
in
a
pneumatic
chair
,
with
his
arm
round
a
girl
’
s
waist
,
sucking
away
at
his
sex
-
hormone
chewing
-
gum
and
looking
at
the
feelies
.
The
gods
are
just
.
No
doubt
.
But
their
code
of
law
is
dictated
,
in
the
last
resort
,
by
the
people
who
organize
society
;
Providence
takes
its
cue
from
men
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
asked
the
Savage
.
"
Are
you
quite
sure
that
the
Edmund
in
that
pneumatic
chair
hasn
’
t
been
just
as
heavily
punished
as
the
Edmund
who
’
s
wounded
and
bleeding
to
death
?
The
gods
are
just
.
Haven
’
t
they
used
his
pleasant
vices
as
an
instrument
to
degrade
him
?
"
"
Degrade
him
from
what
position
?
As
a
happy
,
hard
?
working
,
goods
-
consuming
citizen
he
’
s
perfect
.
Of
course
,
if
you
choose
some
other
standard
than
ours
,
then
perhaps
you
might
say
he
was
degraded
.
But
you
’
ve
got
to
stick
to
one
set
of
postulates
.
You
can
’
t
play
Electro
?
magnetic
Golf
according
to
the
rules
of
Centrifugal
Bumble
-
puppy
.
"
"
But
value
dwells
not
in
particular
will
,
"
said
the
Savage
.
"
It
holds
his
estimate
and
dignity
as
well
wherein
’
tis
precious
of
itself
as
in
the
prizer
.
"
"
Come
,
come
,
"
protested
Mustapha
Mond
,
"
that
’
s
going
rather
far
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
