Antic HayChatto & Windus, 1923 - 326 páginas "Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkles and softens the body while it still lives, rots it like a medlar, kills it too at last." -Aldous Huxley, Antic Hay (1923) Antic Hay (1923) is one of Aldous Huxley's early novels and takes a satirical look at post-World War I London. The author pokes at the stuffy British society of the time and the protagonist, Theodore Gumbril's struggle for approval amidst gossipy, bohemian characters. Gumbril even goes so far as to disguise himself in order to overcome his shyness. Deemed immoral by some because of its discussion of sex, the book has been banned and burned. Readers who are fans of Huxley's work and thought-provoking satire will enjoy this comedic tale set in the early twentieth century. |
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Página 8 - And the Lord commanded us to do all these statutes, to fear the Lord our God, for our good always, that he might preserve us alive, as it is at this day. And it shall be our righteousness, if we observe to do all these commandments before the Lord our God, as he hath commanded us.
Página 75 - Does it occur to you," he went on, "that at this moment, we are walking through the midst of seven million distinct and separate individuals, each with distinct and separate lives and all completely indifferent to our existence? Seven million people, each one of whom thinks himself quite as important as each of us does. Millions of them are now sleeping in an empested atmosphere. Hundreds of thousands of couples are at this moment engaged in...
Página 7 - And it shall be, when the LORD thy God shall have brought thee into the land which he sware unto thy fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give thee great and goodly cities, which thou buildedst not, and houses full of all good things, which thou filledst not, and wells digged, which thou diggedst not, vineyards and olive trees, which thou plantedst not; when thou shalt have eaten and be full; then beware lest thou forget the LORD, which brought thee forth out of the land of Egypt, from...
Página 191 - But one day he began asking whose room he was to go to the next day, and the day after, and the day after that.
Página 199 - But we build bandstands and factories on them. Deliberately — to put a stop to the quietness. We don't like the quietness. All the thoughts, all the preoccupations in my head — round and round, continually.
Página 205 - There is an instant of expectation and then, with a series of mounting trochees and a downward hurrying, step after tiny step, in triple time, the dance begins. Irrelevant, irreverent, out of key with all that has gone before. But man's greatest strength lies in his capacity for irrelevance. In the midst of pestilences, wars and famines, he builds cathedrals; and a slave, he can think the irrelevant and unsuitable thoughts of a free man. The spirit is slave to fever and beating blood, at the mercy...
Página 199 - There's nothing to laugh at or feel enthusiastic about. But the quiet grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably. And at last you are conscious of something approaching; it is almost a faint sound of footsteps. Something inexpressibly lovely and wonderful advances through the crystal, nearer, nearer. And, oh, Jnexpressibly terrifying.
Página 61 - What there is to be ashamed of in being civilised, I really don't know," [Mercaptan] said, in a voice that was now the bull's, now the piping robin's. "No, if I glory in anything, it's in my little rococo boudoir, and the conversations across the polished mahogany, and the delicate, lascivious, witty little flirtations on ample sofas inhabited by the soul of Crebillon Fils. We needn't all be Russians, I hope. These revolting Dostoievskys.
Página 68 - I remember, when I used to hang about the biological laboratories at school, eviscerating frogs — crucified with pins, they were, belly upwards, like little green Christs. — I remember once, when I was sitting there, quietly poring over the entrails, in came the laboratory boy and said to the stinks usher: 'Please, sir, may I have the key of the Absolute?
Página 226 - The music had shifted from F major to D minor ; it mounted in leaping anapaests to a suspended chord, ran down again, mounted once more, modulating to C minor, then, through a passage of trembling notes to A flat major, to the dominant of D flat, to the dominant of C, to C minor, and at last, to a new clear theme in the major. "Then I'm sorry for you," said Gumbril, allowing his fingers to play on by themselves.