Dear Bernard,
I remember that when I was brought to this world I was eager to embrace a way of life I neither knew nor understood, and of course I came unstuck. At first I was pleased and excited about this world that surrounded me, and I could not explain it any better that with this quotation of one of Shakespearean s works: “O brave new world that has such people in it".
You know I have a firm code of conduct. My happiness - and sorrow - don't derive from taking a soul-corrupting chemical. My beliefs contradict those of this brave new world, as he shows in my fight with the system after my mother died. The words of the director keep ringing in my head: "you're 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”. After I replied I wanted each of these things he replied: “You're welcome”, and it was only a few seconds before my death that I was able to understand his words.
