‘The introduction of Our Ford’s first T-Model…’
‘I’ve had it nearly three months.’
‘Chosen as the opening date of the new era.’
‘Ending is better than mending; ending is better…’
‘There was a thing, as I’ve said before, called Christianity.’
‘Ending is better than mending.’
‘The ethics and philosophy of under-consumption…’
‘I love new clothes, I love new clothes, I love…’
‘So essential when there was under-production; but in an age of machines and the fixation of nitrogen—positively a crime against society.’
‘Henry Foster gave it me.’
‘All crosses had their tops cut and became T’s. There was also a thing called God.’
‘It’s real morocco-surrogate.’
‘We have the World State now. And Ford’s Day celebrations, and Community Sings, and Solidarity Services.’
‘Ford, how I hate them!’ Bernard Marx was thinking.
‘There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.’
‘Like meat, like so much meat.’
‘There was a thing called the soul and a thing called immortality.’
‘Do ask Henry where he got it.’
‘But they used to take morphia and cocaine.’
‘And what makes it worse, she thinks of herself as meat.’
‘Two thousand pharmacologists and bio-chemists were subsidized in A.F. 178.’
‘He does look glum,’ said the Assistant Pre-destinator, pointing at Bernard Marx.
‘Six years later it was being produced commercially. The perfect drug.’
‘Let’s bait him.’
‘Euphoric, narcotic, pleasantly hallucinant.’
‘Glum, Marx, glum.’ The clap on the shoulder made him start, look up. It was that brute Henry Foster. ‘What you need is a gramme of soma.’
‘All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.’
‘Ford, I should like to kill him!’ But all he did was to say, ‘No, thank you,’ and fend off the proffered tube of tablets.