Author: Aldous Huxley

  • Cold for all the summer beyond the panes, for all the tropical heat of the room itself, a harsh thin light glared through the windows, hungrily seeking some draped lay figure, some pallid shape of academic goose-flesh, but finding only the glass and nickel and bleakly shining porcelain of a laboratory.

  • Wintriness responded to wintriness.

  • For particulars, as every one knows, make for virture and happiness; generalities are intellectually necessary evils.

  • Like chickens drinking, the students lifted their eyes towards the distant ceiling.