In a few years, no doubt, marriage licences will be sold like dog licences, good for 12 months.

People will insist on treating the mons Veneris as though it were Mount Everest. Too silly!

...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.

We lie to ourselves in order that we may still have the excuse of ignorance, the alibi of stupidity and incomprehension, possessing which we can continue with a good conscience to commit and tolerate the most monstrous crimes.

What I may call the messages of Brave New World, but it is possible to make people contented with their servitude. I think this can be done. I think it has been done in the past. I think it could be done even more effectively now because you can provide them with bread and circuses and you can provide them with endless amounts of distractions and propaganda.

Today we are faced, I think, with the approach of what may be called the ultimate revolution, the final revolution, where man can act directly on the mind-body of his fellows.

Pageantry is a visionary art which has been used, from time immemorial, as a political instrument.