Snow by my birthday: ponderings on Brave new World

This first time I read Brave New World I was in a very old house in Maine by myself with no electricity, and nothing but a little oil lamp.
My feelings ranged from angers to hatred to loathing, and then that sickening disturbing feeling once I'd finished the book. I couldnt get to bed till about what I figured was five, considering the fact there were no clocks in the house, and my cell phone was dead. My head filled with sickening ideologies only a mad man could think up.
Not to say there isnt some truth in the madness.
Rant to be continued.

the consequences of giving me a ray gun, and other such meanderings.

Now the internet is up. How odd it says it's saving my post but I have a suspicon thats it's lying. We'll see...