Neil Postman hypothesized once that the demise of mankind would not be Orwellian - our future masters would not oppress us and force us to a life of suffering and fear. Rather, he believed our end would be Huxleyan - we would die due to stagnancy, a life of pleasure and avoidance of conflict. This was one of the major reasons I wanted to read this piece. (Note, Postman was arguing that our mediation was destroying out society). Huxley's writing confused me at first - mostly a jumbling of notes about how babies are birthed by the hundreds, delivered in a tone that had the same effect of "how many jellybeans in that jar?" The concept of class separation was fairly ingenious by the greek alphabet, but overall what shocked me the most was the Fordian concept of existance. Everyone's favorite Anti-semite makes an appearance in this text to remind us of the striking pain of efficiency in a modern society. Like a machine that is too well oiled, its only purpose becomes to sustain itself. Is this enough in our world? Eventually, it would appear as if we should run out of a way to support and create life - a natural cycle. When defied, it should shatter. Huxley dares us to see what would happen if it didn't.