I was walking to the bedroom of my hotel suite when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I saw myself how others must see me. My eyes looked small and deep set. My eyebrows thick but short, my stubble was growing back it looked as if I hadn't shaved for days.
I continued walking to the bedroom and was totally unprepared for what I was about to see on the television screen.
I was totally shocked. How could the person I killed just six hours ago have been found already? I was flabbergasted I had left him in a secluded reservoir on the outskirts of town. He shouldn't have been found yet…
- Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, Chando and Wittus, 1964 (originally published in 1932), 213 pp.
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