The Essential Feature, And Necessity Of Life

Animistic Savages Prostrating Themselves Before A Painted Stone Have Always Seemed To Me To Be Nearer The Truth Than Any Einstein Or Bertrand Russell.

I Am In A Slight Difficulty Because I Find Myself In A Minute Minority There, In That This Sputnik Didn't Either Interest Me Or Frighten Me, But That's Because I Don't, You See, Believe That The Circumstances Of Life Are The Important Thing.

Writers Like Aldous Huxley And George Orwell Have Imagined The Sort Of Scientific Utopia Which Is Coming To Pass, But Already Their Nightmare Fancies Are Hopelessly Out Of Date. A Vast, Air-conditioned, Neon-lighted, Glass-and-chromium Broiler-house Begins To Take Shape, In Which Geneticists Select The Best Stocks To Fertilise, And Watch Over The Developing Embryo To Ensure That All Possibilities Of Error And Distortion Are Eliminated.

If God Is Dead, Somebody Is Going To Have To Take His Place. It Will Be Megalomania Or Erotomania, The Drive For Power Or The Drive For Pleasure, The Clenched Fist Or The Phallus, Hitler Or Hugh Hefner.

The Three Most Disastrous Inventions Of Our Time Have Been The Birth Control Pill, The Camera And Nuclear Weaponry. The First Offers Sex In Terms Of Sterility, The Second Reality In Terms Of Fantasy, And The Third Security In Terms Of Destruction.