Mustapha Mond is enlightening his avid listeners on the tour about the old days when children came into the world the traditional way: to parents. They are simply dumbfounded to hear about the "maniacal" mothers who protected their children out of love. These mothers are described as practically rabid. Huxley has once again proven his abilities to weave words into something easily imaginable. However, this is on image that I do not welcome into my brain. To me, a mother is loving, sweet, and supportive, not freakishly protective, brooding, and animalistic. I would be disgusted by the mothers that Mond is describing to these boys too if I was in their position.
This simile serves its purpose, but its an unwelcome one. My current diagnosis of Mond is that he is as weird and foreign to me as the rest of this story. I sincerely hope this is completely wrong, and I could possibly like this character at some point.
This simile serves its purpose, but its an unwelcome one. My current diagnosis of Mond is that he is as weird and foreign to me as the rest of this story. I sincerely hope this is completely wrong, and I could possibly like this character at some point.
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