I Have The Good Name Of The Centre To Think Of

At the sound of his voice the Director started into a guilty realization of where he was; shot a glance at Bernard, and averting his eyes, blushed darkly; looked at him again with sudden suspicion and, angrily on his dignity, “Don’t imagine,” he said, “that I’d had any indecorous relation with the girl. Nothing emotional, nothing long-drawn. It was all perfectly healthy and normal.” He handed Bernard the permit. “I really don’t know why I bored you with this trivial anecdote.” Furious with himself for having given away a discreditable secret, he vented his rage on Bernard. The look in his eyes was now frankly malignant. “And I should like to take this opportunity, Mr. Marx,” he went on, “of saying that I’m not at all pleased with the reports I receive of your behaviour outside working hours. You may say that this is not my business. But it is. I have the good name of the Centre to think of. My workers must be above suspicion, particularly those of the highest castes. Alphas are so conditioned that they do not have to be infantile in their emotional behaviour. But that is all the more reason for their making a special effort to conform. lt is their duty to be infantile, even against their inclination. And so, Mr. Marx, I give you fair warning.” The Director’s voice vibrated with an indignation that had now become wholly righteous and impersonal–was the expression of the disapproval of Society itself. “If ever I hear again of any lapse from a proper standard of infantile decorum, I shall ask for your transference to a Sub-Centre–preferably to Iceland. Good morning.” And swivelling round in his chair, he picked up his pen and began to write.
– Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

For some reason, that paragraph always sticks out in my brain when I think about Iceland. And that paragraph is also proof that Brave New World is incredible because it stands alone without even really needing the rest of the book. I wish I could write. Every sentence of that paragraph is purposeful and conveys something.

Yesterday, I also forgot to add Bjork to the list of things I love about Iceland. She’s from Iceland. If Iceland didn’t exist, neither would Bjork. This video and song are awesome. Same for Army of Me. And actually, basically all Bjork songs/videos.

And here you can watch the Reykjavik HHI episode.

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