Brave New World by Aldous Leonard Huxley《美丽新世界》5(3)

skies are blue inside of you," sang sixteen tremoloing falsettos, "the weather's always …" Then a hiccough and silence. Bernard had switched of the current. "I want to look at the sea in peace," he said. "One can't even look with that beastly noise going on." "But it's lovely. And I don't want to look." "But I do," he insisted. "It makes me feel as though …
" he hesitated, searching for words with which to express himself, "as though I were more me, if you see what I mean. More on my own, not so completely a part of something else. Not just a cell in the social body. Doesn't it make you feel like that, Lenina?" But Lenina was crying. "It's horrible, it's horrible," she kept repeating. "And how can you talk like that about not wanting to be a part of the social body? After all, every one works for every one else. We can't do without any one. Even Epsilons …