Imagery - Can't you just see it?

"Cloaks of turkey feathers fluttered from their shoulders; huge feather diadems exploded gaudily round their heads." (Page 109)

       What a scene! For the entire lives of Lenina and Bernard, order has been the only thing they knew. It ran their lives, and they were comfortable with that. And then, BAM! All of a sudden, they are thrust out of their world and into one with color and disorder. One with spontaneity and true emotion. It is only fitting that I chose this scene to highlight Huxley's knack for imagery. He couldn't have fully written the scene without pulling out all of the stops and plowing full-speed ahead with his power verbs and eccentric adjectives. This sentence is only one of many that he hand-crafted to adorn this scene. From "the clink and rattle of their silver bracelets" to the old man's skin that was "wrinkled and black, like a mask of obsidian," Huxley gave his reader's imagination a literary treat.