Mustapha quotes Shakespeare to him: 'Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about my ears and sometimes voices.' The Savage is thrilled that someone else knows Shakespeare. John does not, but he adds that it does have some nice things like the floating music. Mustapha arrives and asks the Savage if he likes their civilization. Helmholtz chooses the best chair in the room while Bernard seeks out the worst, hoping that this self-inflicted punishment will make things easier for him. Yes, we inevitably turn to God for this religious sentiment is of its nature so pure, so delightful to the soul that experiences it, that it makes up to us for all our other losses.The three men enter Mustapha Mond's office. But my own experience has given me the conviction that, quite apart from any such terrors or imaginings, the religious sentiment tends to develop as we grow older to develop because, as the passions grow calm, as the fancy and sensibilities are less excited and less excitable, our reason becomes less troubled in its working, less obscured by the images, desires and distractions, in which it used to be absorbed whereupon God emerges as from behind a cloud our soul feels, sees, turns towards the source of all light turns naturally and inevitably for now that all that gave to the world of sensations its life and charms has begun to leak away from us, now that phenomenal existence is no more bolstered up by impressions from within or from without, we feel the need to lean on something that abides, something that will never play us false–a reality, an absolute and everlasting truth. They say that it is the fear of death and of what comes after death that makes men turn to religion as they advance in years. Vain imaginings! That sickness is old age and a horrible disease it is. 'Take this, for example,' he said, and in his deep voice once more began to read: ''A man grows old he feels in himself that radical sense of weakness, of listlessness, of discomfort, which accompanies the advance of age and, feeling thus, imagines himself merely sick, lulling his fears with the notion that this distressing condition is due to some particular cause, from which, as from an illness, he hopes to recover. But as time goes on, they, as all men, will find that independence was not made for man–that it is an unnatural state–will do for a while, but will not carry us on safely to the end …'' Mustapha Mond paused, put down the first book and, picking up the other, turned over the pages. These may think it a great thing to have everything, as they suppose, their own way–to depend on no one–to have to think of nothing out of sight, to be without the irksomeness of continual acknowledgment, continual prayer, continual reference of what they do to the will of another. Is it not our happiness thus to view the matter? Is it any happiness or any comfort, to consider that we are our own? It may be thought so by the young and prosperous.

We did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. “We are not our own any more than what we possess is our own.

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