Saturday, November 12

Okay then.

I'm re-reading Brave New World. According to the inside cover, this book belongs to Karen Coloczyk. It's the same book I read when I was eleven, and the pages are all yellow and crispy. Back in the day, it set someone back a full 75 cents to buy it. It's a Bantam Classic! This book is old. Cavalier page turning results in dog-ears and orphaned pages. For Karen's sake, it's important to be careful here.

Here - for the record - is page 146. Get this:

"Quick, quick!" yelled Bernard. "They'll be killed if you don't hurry. They'll... Oh!" Annoyed by his chatter, one of the policemen had given him a shot from his water pistol. Bernard stood for a second or two wambling unsteadily on legs that seemed to have lost their bones, their tendons, their muscles, to have become mere sticks of jelly, and at last not even jelly - water: he tumbled in a heap on the floor.

This Frankenstein's Monster of a paragraph is one of the worst I've ever seen, but if you read it a few times, you can't help but love Aldous Huxley. Wambling! Is that even a real word?

Yes. Yes it is. I looked it up.

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