Snuggies and Books

So I don't blog much anymore, and I blame that on my snuggie and my reading. I recently made a goal to read books I never read in high school. I ended up skimming and chunking Catch-22, loving Lord of the Flies, and making it through Brave New World slowly but victoriously. I also put blogging on hold because, as funny things have happened, I just didn't feel like blogging about them. So, not to blog again, I'll just post my favorite page from Brave New World.

"But I like the inconveniences."
"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer do do things comfortably."
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lously; the right to live in the constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind." There was a long silence.
"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.
Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said.


Merry Christmas! Ha! We are blessed to not be blessed all the time!