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With some tears on his cheek John tries to express what he is feeling, why is he so angry with this ugly world that he cannot understand: “Oh Brave New World! Why is this the end? Having nothing, nothing can I lose … But I would give everything to have someone to stay for. Why does everybody tell me this is a beautiful world?… Here I can’t love, I can’t speak, I can’t learn, I can’t live… Here they can’t understand there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so . Here I can’t think, I can’t be John. I’m only The Savage, a stranger. There isn’t anything good or bad, for me there isn’t anything at all. They pretend they have everything: a community, an identity, stability, but they haven’t got anything, they are empty. Lenina is empty, Bernard is empty, Helmholtz is empty, my dearest mother, Linda, was empty… Oh Brave New World, Brave New World… I’m getting empty… Cowards die many times before their deaths , here they are all dead, they are all cowards… Although they think they live, they are suffering for their peace.
Approximate Word count = 657
Approximate Pages = 2.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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