>This is JUST like 1984! How come people always mention 1984

>>9344535
Because BNW was shit and noone wants to be reminded of its existence

>>9344541
Fuck you.

1984 was more propaganda/psyops based

Because 1984 is part of pop culture

>>9344535
1984 is much better known

>>9344535
Because people want to believe the scary government is keeping them down, not the trivial bullshit they fill their lives with and love

>>9344535

In all seriousness, Brave New World is a lot harder to read. It starts off with 3 chapters of a bunch of scientific jargon on raising embryos. The dialogue isn't as organized and the characters aren't as memorable.

It's a great book but it's just not as accessible. Some of this is Huxley's fault, the book is kinda sloppy imo.

The superior comparison is to Harry Potter and Voldemort.

>>9344544
Heh
I liked it too.

>>9344595

this gets the ganglion going

>>9344535
Because far less people have actually read Brave New World

>>9344535
It's because of the Apple commercial from the 80s. It's basically an old meme.

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they're both like little babies. watch this:

>A thing Graham had already learnt, and which he found very hard to imagine, was that nearly all the towns in the country, and almost all the villages, had disappeared. Here and there only, he understood, some gigantic hotel-like edifice stood amid square miles of some single cultivation and preserved the name of a town—as Bournemouth, Wareham, or Swanage. Yet the officer had speedily convinced him how inevitable such a change had been. The old order had dotted the country with farmhouses, and every two or three miles was the ruling landlord’s estate, and the place of the inn and cobbler, the grocer’s shop and church—the village. Every eight miles or so was the country town, where lawyer, corn merchant, wool-stapler, saddler, veterinary surgeon, doctor, draper, milliner and so forth lived. Every eight miles—simply because that eight mile marketing journey, four there and back, was as much as was comfortable for the farmer. But directly the railways came into play, and after them the light railways, and all the swift new motor cars that had replaced waggons and horses, and so soon as the high roads began to be made of wood, and rubber, and Eadhamite, and all sorts of elastic durable substances—the necessity of having such frequent market towns disappeared. And the big towns grew. They drew the worker with the gravitational force of seemingly endless work, the employer with their suggestions of an infinite ocean of labour.

>I have old habits of mind clinging about me—habits based, I suppose, on needs that are over and done with. Of course, in our time, a woman was supposed not only to bear children, but to cherish them, to devote herself to them, to educate them—all the essentials of moral and mental education a child owed its mother. Or went without. Quite a number, I admit, went without. Nowadays, clearly, there is no more need for such care than if they were butterflies. I see that! Only there was an ideal—that figure of a grave, patient woman, silently and serenely mistress of a home, mother and maker of men—to love her was a sort of worship—”

> “Black police!” said Graham. “What is that? You don’t mean—”
>Asano touched his arm and gave him a warning look, and forthwith another of these mechanisms screamed deafeningly and gave tongue in a shrill voice. “Yahaha, Yahah, Yap! Hear a live paper yelp! Live paper. Yaha! Shocking outrage in Paris. Yahahah! The Parisians exasperated by the black police to the pitch of assassination. Dreadful reprisals. Savage times come again. Blood! Blood! Yaha!” The nearer Babble Machine hooted stupendously, “Galloop, Galloop,” drowned the end of the sentence, and proceeded in a rather flatter note than before with novel comments on the horrors of disorder. “Law and order must be maintained,” said the nearer Babble Machine.

>>9344535
because memes