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“Fortunate boys! said the Controller. No pains have been spared to make your lives emotionally easy - to preserve you, so far as that is possible, from having emotions at all.”

Quote by Aldous Huxley

Book:Brave New World
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Brave New World

Written by Aldous Huxley, this seminal work delves into themes of societal control, consumerism, and the loss of individuality through a vivid portrayal of a world where people are conditioned from birth to conform to their predetermined roles. more

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Aldous Huxley
Aldous Huxley

Aldous Huxley was an English writer and philosopher, renowned for his dystopian novel 'Brave New World'. Born on July 26, 1894, in Godalming, Surrey, England, he was the younger brother of the poet and critic Leonard Huxley. Huxley's works frequently delved into the interplay of science, politics, and philosophy, and he was a prominent figure in the literary movement known as the 'Lost Generation'. He passed away on November 22, 1963. more

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