Mustapha Mond Quotes

1. "But I like the inconveniences.""We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably.""But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.""In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy.""All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
Author: Aldous Huxley

2. "But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.''In fact,' said Mustapha Mond, 'you're claiming the right to be unhappy.' 'All right then,' said the Savage defiantly, 'I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.''Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.' There was a long silence. 'I claim them all,' said the Savage at last.Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. 'You're welcome," he said."
Author: Aldous Huxley

3. "But if you know about God, why don't you tell them?' asked the Savage indignantly.'Why don't you give them these books about God?''For the same reason as we don't give them Othello: they're old; they're about God hundreds of years ago. Not about God now.''But God doesn't change.''Men do, though.''What difference does that make?'"All the difference in the world,' said Mustapha Mond."
Author: Aldous Huxley

4. "Then you think there is no God?" "No, I think there quite probably is one.""Then why? …" Mustapha Mond checked him. "But he manifests himself in different ways to different men. In premodern times he manifested himself as the being that's described in these books. Now …""How does he manifest himself now?" asked the Savage."Well, he manifests himself as an absence; as though he weren't there at all."
Author: Aldous Huxley

5. "And home was as squalid psychically as physically. Psychically, it was a rabbit hole, a midden, hot with the frictions of tightly packed life, reeking with emotion. What suffocating intimacies, what dangerous, insane, obscene relationships between the members of the family group! Maniacally, the mother brooded over her children (her children) … brooded over them like a cat over its kittens; but a cat that could talk, a cat that could say, "My baby, my baby," over and over again. "My baby, and oh, oh, at my breast, the little hands, the hunger, and that unspeakable agonizing pleasure! Till at last my baby sleeps, my baby sleeps with a bubble of white milk at the corner of his mouth. My little baby sleeps …""Yes," said Mustapha Mond, nodding his head, "you may well shudder."
Author: Aldous Huxley

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