The first
part of chapter five is dedicated to the everyday affairs of Lenina and Henry. They fly
around in Henrys helicopter for awhile, passing the crematorium. To them, it is not
a sad place at all, but actually one of hope and joy. Henry asserts happily, "Fine to
think we can go on being socially useful even after were dead. Making plants
grow." Obviously the two have been conditioned to the point that their individuality
means nothing compared to the collective. It isnt even a remorseful time when
someone dies. Lenina echoes his sentiments saying, "Yes, everybodys happy
now." Mentally drained with soma, its no wonder everything seems so mellow all
of the time. Huxley describes the substance as "raising a quite impenetrable wall
between the actual universe and their minds." Part two of the chapter details the events of
Bernards Solidarity Service, which he attends every two weeks. This service is
similar to a church service yet much more cult-like in its nature. There are a lot of
parallels to the pre-Ford era. The President (instead of the minister) gives not the sign
of the cross, but the sign of the T. Soon a distorted kind of communion is had by all,
while the twelve participants chant, "We long to die, for when we end, our larger
life has begun." Obviously this is a collectivist type ceremony intended to mold the
spirits of people together.
Throughout the service Bernard pretends to
fit in, yet actually he continues to feel isolated from the rest of the group. He even
yells, "Hes coming," to make it seem as though hes really feeling
the presence of Ford, yet he feels nothing inside. Soon the quasi-religious ceremony is
brought to a climax when everyone begins to chant, "orgy porgy." Finally after
the service is over, everyone feels refreshed and rejuvenated, feeling completely perfect
in every way. Obviously this perfectness eliminates the need for Christianity in this new
world. Still, however, Bernard feels left out. "He was as miserably isolated now as
he had been when the service began more isolated by reason of his unreplenished
emptiness, his dead satiety." |