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Lenina has made a decision!

In order to avoid government suspicion and mind-numbing boredom in going to the north pole with Henry, she decides to make her way to the savage reservation in North America. Just outside the reservation lies a lavish hotel with a soma bar and just about any amenity that a beta from the new world would ever need. Inside the reservation, however, there is absolutely nothing from the future. There is no soma, no planes, no soma, no synthetic material, and worst of all, no soma. Lenina is not happy. Because in the new world state, people don't age. They remain forever content as working people thouroughly drugged out on soma on a daily basis. They never retire, and they never get wrinkles in their faces. They are never allowed time to sit and, Ford forbid, read a book. Nor are they allowed to relax and freely think. They simply work until the day they die, usually around the age of 65 when soma is of no more help to them.

SO... It's a shock for dear Lenina when she sees men of various ages dancing about a campfire in loinclothes, their wrinkles bouncing as they cry out chants. Similar, she thinks, to a lower caste community sing. Because it's easier for this new world inhabitant to compare things to other things. More familiar things. Things that are familiar at all are comforting. All this occurs, while Bernard simply thinks:

Fascinating.

After the initial shock of the savage lifestyle, both Lenina and Bernard return to a pueblo to meet a savage family. This very family is unique, and the overweight and wrinkled housewife of the family is shocked and elated to see Lenina. Once an inhabitant of the new world, she became lost on a visit to the reservation. Her previously and illegally devoted partner, the director (insert collective *GASP* here), took her to the reservation and assumed her to be dead one night after camping (without soma) during a storm. She eventually married a savage man, and had a child. GASP should ensue.

And all of this is known by Bernard.
Who says absolutely nothing.

Conclusion: short writings give me more time to evaluate my own nonexistent desire to travel to the North Pole.
Would I like to travel there?
No.
I still don't want to go.