The Savage was silent for a little. All the same,” he insisted obstinately, Othello’s good, Othello’s better than those feelies.” Of course it is,” the Controller agreed. But that’s the price we have to pay for stability. You’ve got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We’ve sacrificed the high art. We have the feelies and the scent organ instead.” But they don’t mean anything.” They mean themselves; they mean a lot of agreeable sensations to the audience.” But they’re . . . they’re told by an idiot.”

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

You’ll have a hard time persuading me that Huxley wasn’t more prescient than Orwell.

August 9, 2021

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