The Lake


Brave New World

As man has progressed through the ages, there has been, essentially,

one purpose. That purpose is to arrive at a utopian society, where

everyone is happy, disease is nonexistent, and strife, anger, or sadness

are unheard of. Only happiness exists. But when confronted with Aldous

Huxley\'s Brave New World, we come to realize that this is not, in fact,

what the human soul really craves. In fact, Utopian societies are much

worse than those of today. In a utopian society, the individual, who among

others composes the society, is lost in the melting pot of semblance and

world of uninterest.



In the science fiction book Brave New World, we are confronted with a

man, Bernard Marx. Bernard is inadequate to his collegues. So he resorts

to entertaining himself most evenings, without the company of a woman.

This encourages his individual thought, and he realizes that independent

thought is rewarding, and that he must strive to become a real individual.

Although this is true to a certain extent, Bernard does not realize that he

would much rather attain social recognition. At least, not until the

opportunity presents itself. Thus, through a series of events, Bernard

uses the curiosity of the society to his advantage, fulfilling his

subconscious wish of becoming someone important; a recognized name in the

jumble of society. This ends when the curiosity of others ends, and as a

supreme result of his arrogant behaviour, he is exiled.



The instigator of this curiosity as well as the author of Bernard\'s

fame (and folly), is an outsider know as the Savage. The Savage is brought

in from outside of the utopian society by Bernard as an experiment. He

faces "civilized society" with a bright outlook, but eventually comes to

hate it bitterly.



Lenina, the supporting role of the novel, is the most pronounced

example of the ideal citizen. She adheres to the principles of the society

without so much as a second thought.



In the utopian society that Huxley presents, everyone is happy. There

are no differences. Everyone is brought up to be happy, and most do not

even know what sadness or anger is. All is cured artificially through

surrogates or drugs. Even happiness alone is not unique to the individual.

Soma, the hallucinatory drug, the \'perfect drug\' that is used by all, even

induces the same kind of happiness. The only variant is to what extent

this happiness overwhelms the user (one or two half-gramme tablets?).



"Everybody belongs to everyone else" (127) is the basic psychology of

the society. This suggests that an individual owes everything to society,

but society in turn owes everything to him or her. This applies to all.

No one capitalises on the efforts of others and no one performs excessive

manual labour for minimum wage. Everyone is the same.



In Huxley\'s perfect world, sex is a mundane undertaking. It happens to

each individual almost every night. And no one knows what marriage is.

They simply have each other and move on. All for one and one for all.

Everyone is the same in bed.



The inhabitants of this society are not given any sort of mental

flexibility. If you spend time alone, or think, you are considered

strange, and are considered an outcast. Nobody wishes for this, and so

correspondingly nobody commits this unspeakable crime. Everyone goes out

at night with a different partner, or takes a few grammes of soma and goes

to bed for a soma-holiday. Nothing new, nothing different.



Each person of this society has a predestined future. They all

develop in their fetal stages inside a jar, where they are provided with

their needs, are vaccinated against all known diseases. Also, special

treatments are performed to aid in the mental growth (or standstill) of the

individual after \'birth\', according to their future occupation.



"The first of a batch of two hundred and fifty embryonic rocket-plane

engineers was just passing the eleven hundredth metre mark on Rack 3.

A special mechanism kept their containers in constant rotation. \'To

improve their sense of balance,\' Mr Foster explained. \'Doing repairs

on the outside of a rocket in mid air is a ticklish job. We slacken

off the circulation when they\'re right way up, so that they\'re half

starved, and double the flow of surrogate when they\'re upside down.

They learn to associate topsy- turvydom with well being; in fact,

they\'re only truly happy when they\'re standing on their heads." (32)



All two hundred and fifty beings will be the same - they will look

alike, talk alike, act alike, have the same job, and generally