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.
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