"My father! The laughter, which had shown signs of dying away, broke out again more loudly than ever. He put his hands over his ears and rushed out of the room." - p. 152
They really are all like children. It's like a bizarre parody of a scene from a movie about third graders bullying each other.
I really had no idea how fitting that would be; I've never seen/read it, but it's a hit at the library. Especially the purple one.
I'm not sure how this proffering of the LindaJohn is going to help save Bernard from being excommunicated (?) to Iceland. The director was pretty furious... slash humiliated slash in serious denial. Parallelism is hard. Also, it was weird of Huxley to skip over the moment in which Bernard arrives back in New Mexico to find that John has smashed the window?door? to the place where he's staying with Lenina. He just overlooked that, did he? Is Lenina still sleeping, then? Er, sorry, soma-vacationing? That's really messed up, by the way.
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