Stephany Robles, Brave New World, Chapter 18

From a safe distance and still rubbing his buttocks, “Benighted fool!” shouted
the man from The Fordian Science Monitor, “why don’t you take soma?”

He shot an arrow into the importunately
nearest of them.

The woods,
the open stretches of heather and yellow gorse, the clumps of Scotch firs, the
shining ponds with their overhanging birch trees, their water lilies, their beds
of rushes-these were beautiful and, to an eye accustomed to the aridities

It was as though, stumbling upon himself
from the outside, he had suddenly caught himself out, taken himself flagrantly
at fault.

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Undeterred by that cautionary bruise on their colleague’s coccyx, four other
reporters, representing the New York Times, the Frankfurt Four- Dimensional
Continuum, The Fordian Science Monitor, and The Delta Mirror, called that
afternoon at the lighthouse and met with receptions of progressively increasing
violence.