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The Savage interrupted him. But isnt it natural to feel theres a God? You might as well ask if its natural to do up ones trousers with zippers, said the Controller sarcastically. You remind me of another of those old fellows called Bradley. He defined philosophy as the finding of bad reason for what one believes by instinct. As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasonsthats philosophy. People believe in God because theyve been conditioned to believe in God. But all the same, insisted the Savage, it is natural to believe in God when youre alonequite 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 its 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 answersyou remember, hes wounded, hes dyingThou hast spoken right; tis true. The wheel is come full circle; I am here. What about that, now? Doesnt 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 sons mistress. The wheel is come full circle; I am here. But where would Edmund be nowadays? Sitting in a pneumatic chair, with his arm round a girls 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 hasnt been just as heavily punished as the Edmund whos wounded and bleeding to death? The gods are just. Havent they used his pleasant vices as an instrument to degrade him? Degrade him from what position? As a happy, hard-working, goods-consuming citizen hes perfect. Of course, if you choose some other standard than ours, then perhaps you might say he was degraded. But youve got to stick to one set of postulates. You cant 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, thats going rather far, isnt it? If you allowed yourselves to think of God, you wouldnt allow yourselves to be degraded by pleasant vices. Youd have a reason for bearing things patiently, for doing things with courage. Ive seen it with the Indians. Im sure you have, said Mustapha Mond. But then we arent Indians. There isnt any need for a civilized man to bear anything thats seriously unpleasant. And as for doing thingsFord forbid that he should get the idea into his head. It would upset the whole social order if men started doing things on their own. |
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