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Lenina
Crowne
walked
briskly
towards
the
door
.
His
fordship
Mustapha
Mond
!
The
eyes
of
the
saluting
students
almost
popped
out
of
their
heads
.
Mustapha
Mond
!
The
Resident
Controller
for
Western
Europe
!
One
of
the
Ten
World
Controllers
.
One
of
the
Ten
.
.
.
and
he
sat
down
on
the
bench
with
the
D
.
H
.
C
.
,
he
was
going
to
stay
,
to
stay
,
yes
,
and
actually
talk
to
them
.
.
.
straight
from
the
horse
’
s
mouth
.
Straight
from
the
mouth
of
Ford
himself
.
Two
shrimp
-
brown
children
emerged
from
a
neighbouring
shrubbery
,
stared
at
them
for
a
moment
with
large
,
astonished
eyes
,
then
returned
to
their
amusements
among
the
leaves
.
"
You
all
remember
,
"
said
the
Controller
,
in
his
strong
deep
voice
,
"
you
all
remember
,
I
suppose
,
that
beautiful
and
inspired
saying
of
Our
Ford
’
s
:
History
is
bunk
.
History
,
"
he
repeated
slowly
,
"
is
bunk
.
"
He
waved
his
hand
;
and
it
was
as
though
,
with
an
invisible
feather
wisk
,
he
had
brushed
away
a
little
dust
,
and
the
dust
was
Harappa
,
was
Ur
of
the
Chaldees
;
some
spider
-
webs
,
and
they
were
Thebes
and
Babylon
and
Cnossos
and
Mycenae
.
Whisk
.
Whisk
–
and
where
was
Odysseus
,
where
was
Job
,
where
were
Jupiter
and
Gotama
and
Jesus
?
Whisk
–
and
those
specks
of
antique
dirt
called
Athens
and
Rome
,
Jerusalem
and
the
Middle
Kingdom
–
all
were
gone
.
Whisk
–
the
place
where
Italy
had
been
was
empty
.
Whisk
,
the
cathedrals
;
whisk
,
whisk
,
King
Lear
and
the
Thoughts
of
Pascal
.
Whisk
,
Passion
;
whisk
,
Requiem
;
whisk
,
Symphony
;
whisk
.
.
.
"
Going
to
the
Feelies
this
evening
,
Henry
?
"
enquired
the
Assistant
Predestinator
.
"
I
hear
the
new
one
at
the
Alhambra
is
first
-
rate
.
There
’
s
a
love
scene
on
a
bearskin
rug
;
they
say
it
’
s
marvellous
.
Every
hair
of
the
bear
reproduced
.
The
most
amazing
tactual
effects
.
"
"
That
’
s
why
you
’
re
taught
no
history
,
"
the
Controller
was
saying
.
"
But
now
the
time
has
come
.
.
.
"
The
D
.
H
.
C
.
looked
at
him
nervously
.
There
were
those
strange
rumours
of
old
forbidden
books
hidden
in
a
safe
in
the
Controller
’
s
study
.
Bibles
,
poetry
–
Ford
knew
what
.
Mustapha
Mond
intercepted
his
anxious
glance
and
the
corners
of
his
red
lips
twitched
ironically
.
