By Aldous Huxley
A Hollywood millionaire with a fear of loss of life, whose own general practitioner occurs to be engaged on a idea of longevity-these are the weather of Aldous Huxley's caustic and pleasing satire on man's wish to stay indefinitely. together with his normal wit and highbrow sophistication, Huxley pursues his characters of their quest for the everlasting, completing on a notice of horror. "This is Mr. Huxley's Hollywood novel, and also you may anticipate it to be tremendous, extravagant, loopy and preposterous. it's all that, and heaven and hell too....It is the type of novel that he's rather the grasp of, the place the main awesome and fortuitous occasions are by means of contemplative little essays at the that means of life....The tale is outrageously good."—New York Times. "A hugely sensational plot that would continue stunning you to virtually the ultimate sentence."—The New Yorker. "Mr. Huxley's based mockery, his merciless aptness of word, the revelations and the creative surprises he springs at the reader are these of a grasp craftsman; Mr. Huxley is on the most sensible of his form." —London Times Literary Supplement.
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Can’t sleep. ” Guiying said: “Auntie Xiwang, tell me, what are people like us going to do? Everyone else is Leaping Forward, but how are we going to make a Great Leap? The day before yesterday my husband, Changshui, went to the reservoir on Black Hill. I wanted to go too, but he said people like us with children aren’t allowed. ” Guiying replied: “Sure. ” 27 L I Z HU N Shuangshuang threw down a shoe sole: “Hei! ” Clapping her hands, Guiying said: “Yeah! ” As the two young wives cheered up, they became more energetic and resourceful.
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Asked Shuangshuang. “You’re doing well, so how can you not be able to do it anymore? ” Xiwang had originally wanted to say just that, but ShuangÂ� shuang beat him to it, and he realized he had to come up with something else. He cleared his throat a couple of times and said: “Little Chrysanthemum’s mother, there’s something you don’t know. I suffer from nausea. It’s a sickness I got when I was young and learning to cook. As soon as I got a whiff of steamed buns I’d feel sick. These last few years I’ve been just fine.
After Many a Summer Dies the Swan by Aldous Huxley