The Genius and the Goddess: A Novel

By Aldous Huxley

A misplaced novella from Brave New World writer Aldous Huxley, now again in print in a Harper Perennial glossy Classics version, The Genius and the Goddess is the tale of an excellent physicist, his appealing spouse, and the younger guy who tears their global aside.

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Dog,” acknowledged the kid, and on the reminiscence of his dream he started to cry back. “Big puppy. ” “Dogs are funny,” Rivers guaranteed him. “Dogs are so dumb they can’t say something yet bow-wow. think about all the pieces Bimbo can say. Mummy. Weewee. Daddy. tom cat. canine aren’t clever. They can’t say any of these issues. simply bow-wow-wow. ” He wear an imitation of a bloodhound. “Or else bow-wow-wow. ” This time it used to be a toy Pomeranian. “Or else wo-o-o-ow. ” He howled lugubriously and grotesquely. Uncertainly, among sobs, the kid started to snigger. “That’s right,” acknowledged Rivers. “Bimbo simply laughs at these dumb canines. at any time when he sees one, whenever he hears that foolish barking, he laughs and laughs and laughs. ” This time the kid laughed whole-heartedly. “And now,” stated Rivers, “grandpa and Bimbo are going to take a stroll. ” nonetheless protecting the kid in his palms, he bought up and made his means alongside the hall. “This is grandpa’s room,” he acknowledged, starting the 1st door. “Nothing of serious curiosity right here, I’m afraid. ” the subsequent door stood ajar; he walked in. “And this can be mummy’s and daddy’s room. And here’s the closet with all mummy’s outfits. Don’t they scent stable? ” He sniffed loudly. the kid go well with. “Le stunning de Schiaparelli,” Rivers went on. “Or is it Femme? in any case, it serves an identical function; for it’s intercourse, intercourse, intercourse that makes the area cross round—as, I’m sorry to assert, you’ll discover, my terrible Bimbo, in a really few years from now. ” Tenderly he brushed his cheek opposed to the faded floss of the child’s hair, then walked over to the full-length replicate set within the door of the rest room. “Look at us,” he referred to as to me. “Just examine us! ” I got here and stood beside him. There we have been within the glass—a pair of bent and sagging elders and, within the palms of 1 of them, a small, beautiful Christ baby. “And to think,” stated Rivers, “to imagine that when we have been all like that. you begin as a lump of protoplasm, a desktop for consuming and excreting. You develop into this type of factor. whatever nearly supernaturally natural and lovely. ” He laid his cheek once again opposed to the child’s head. “Then comes a foul time with acne and puberty. and then you might have a 12 months or , on your twenties, of being Praxiteles. yet Praxiteles quickly places on weight and starts off to lose his hair, and for the following 40 years you degenerate into one or different of the sorts of the human gorilla. The spindly gorilla—that’s you. Or the leather-faced variety—that’s me. in any other case it’s the winning businessman kind of gorilla—you recognize, the sort that appears like a baby’s backside with fake enamel. As for the feminine gorillas, the terrible previous issues with paint on their cheeks and orchids on the prow…No, let’s no longer discuss them, let’s no longer even imagine. ” the kid in his fingers yawned at our reflections, then became, pillowed his head at the man’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “I imagine we will be able to take him again to his crib,” Rivers whispered and commenced towards the door. “One feels,” he stated slowly, as we stood taking a look down, a couple of minutes later, at that small face, which sleep had transfigured into a dead ringer for an unearthly serenity, “one feels so desperately sorry for them.

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