'You all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk.'
- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 3
Good links there, by the way, Avon. The problem is the suggestion, from the image and the link to the associated website, that there is a case to me made for either author's anti-utopian vision to be more valid than the other today. It may be the case that both co-exist to some degree, though of course uneasily, and fractiously. Producing a kind of schizophrenic society."'You all remember,' said the Controller in his strong deep voice, 'you all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk. History,' he repeated slowly, 'is bunk.'
He waved his hand; and it was as though, with an invisible feather whisk, he had brushed away a little dust, and the dust was Harappa, was Ur of the Chaldees; some spider-webs, and they were Thebes and Babylon and Cnossos and Mycenae. Whisk, whisk - and where was Odysseus, where was Job, where were Jupiter and Gotama and Jesus? Whisk - and those specks of antique dirt called Athens and Rome, Jerusalem and the Middle Kingdom - all were gone. Whisk, the cathedrals; whisk, whisk, King Lear and the Thoughts of Pascal. Whisk, Passion; whisk, Requiem; whisk, Symphony; whisk..."