Ape and Essence
Aldous Huxley
Language: English
Pages: 222
ISBN: 0929587782
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When Aldous Huxley's Brave New World first appeared in 1932, it presented in terms of purest fantasy a society bent on self-destruction. Few of its outraged critics anticipated the onset of another world war with its Holocaust and atomic ruin. In 1948, seeing that the probable shape of his anti-utopia had been altered inevitably by the facts of history, Huxley wrote Ape and Essence. In this savage novel, using the form of a film scenario, he transports us to the year 2108. The setting is Los Angeles where a "rediscovery expedition" from New Zealand is trying to make sense of what is left. From chief botanist Alfred Poole we learn, to our dismay, about the twenty-second-century way of life. "It was inevitable that Mr. Huxley should have written this book: one could almost have seen it since Hiroshima is the necessary sequel to Brave New World."―Alfred Kazin. "The book has a certain awesome impressiveness; its sheer intractable bitterness cannot but affect the reader."―Time.
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The cadaver of its trousers, coat and shirt, then drop it back into the grave and shovel the earth back over its one-piece undergarment. Meanwhile the Chief takes the clothes, sniffs at them critically, then doffs the pearl-gray jacket which once belonged to the Production Manager of Western-Shakespeare Pictures Incorporated, and slips his arms into the more conservative tailoring that goes with malt liquors and the Golden Rule. NARRATOR Put yourself in his place. You may not know it, but a.
Poole echoes in apprehensive astonishment. He shakes his head. "Then why don't you have a beard?" "I. . . I shave." "Oh, then you're not. . ." The Chief passes a finger across Dr. Poole's chin and cheek. "I see, I see. Get up." Dr. Poole obeys. "Where do you come from?" "New Zealand, sir." Dr. Poole swallows hard, wishes his mouth were less dry, his voice less tremulous with terror. "New Zealand? Is that far?" "Very far." "You came in a big ship? With sails?" Dr. Poole nods and.
And starts to rub away her tears with the knuckles of a hand that is as grubby as a child's. Dr. Poole takes out his handkerchief and tenderly wipes her eyes. "You're so sweet," she says. "Not a bit like the men here." She smiles up at him again. Like a pair of enchanting little wild animals emerging from concealment, out come the dimples. So impulsively that he has no time to feel surprise at what he is doing, Dr. Poole takes her face between his hands and kisses her on the mouth. Loola.
The Three-Horned Inquisitor and the Patriarch of Pasadena, a devoted band of Familiars and Postulants has traveled from settlement to settlement, making the yearly census. Every mother of a monster has been marked down. Heads have been shaved and the preliminary whippings administered. By this time all the guilty have been transported to one or other of the three Purification Centers at Riverside, San Diego and Los Angeles. The knives and the consecrated bull's pizzles have been made ready and,.
Essence" as I found it, without change and without comment. II The Script Titles, credits and finally, to the accompaniment of trumpets and a chorus of triumphant angels, the name of the PRODUCER. The music changes its character, and if Debussy were alive to write it, how delicate it would be, how aristocratic, how flawlessly pure of all Wagnerian lubricity and bumptiousness, all Straussian vulgarity! For here on the screen, in something better than Technicolor, it is the hour before.