And along with indifference to space, there was an even more complete indifference to time. "There seems to be plenty of it", was all I would answer when the investigator asked me to say what I felt about time. Plenty of it, but exactly how much was entirely irrelevant. I could, of course, have looked at my watch but my watch I knew was in another universe. My actual experience had been, was still, of an indefinite duration. Or alternatively, of a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse.
Aldous HuxleyA poor degenerate from the ape, Whose hands are four, whose tail's a limb, I contemplate my flaccid shape And know I may not rival him Save with my mind.
Aldous HuxleySo long as men worship the Caesars and Napoleons, Caesars and Napoleons will duly arise and make them miserable.
Aldous HuxleyWild inside; raging, writhingโyes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardlyโbaa, baa, baa.
Aldous HuxleyI dread the inevitable acceleration of American world domination which will be the result of it all...Europe will no longer be Europe.
Aldous Huxley