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Aldous Huxley

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Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains—the few that there were—stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water. Camlet was where he always got out, leaving the train to creep indolently onward, goodness only knew whither, into the green heart of England.
They were snorting out of West Bowlby now. It was the next station, thank Heaven. Denis took his chattels off the rack and piled them neatly in the corner opposite his own. A futile proceeding. But one must have something to do. When he had finished, he sank back into his seat and closed his eyes. It was extremely hot.
Oh, this journey! It was two hours cut clean out of his life; two hours in which he might have done so much, so much—written the perfect poem, for example, or read the one illuminating book. Instead of which—his gorge rose at the smell of the dusty cushions against which he was leaning.
Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. Anything might be done in that time. Anything. Nothing. Oh, he had had hundreds of hours, and what had he done with them? Wasted them, spilt the precious minutes as though his reservoir were inexhaustible. Denis groaned in the spirit, condemned himself utterly with all his works. What right had he to sit in the sunshine, to occupy corner seats in third-class carriages, to be alive? None, none, none.
Misery and a nameless nostalgic distress possessed him. He was twenty-three, and oh! so agonizingly conscious of the fact...
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    Aldous Huxley nacque in una famiglia di grandi tradizioni culturali: il nonno era il biologo T. H. Huxley e suo zio lo scrittore M. Arnold. Studiò a Eton e a Oxford e in una serie di romanzi brillanti ("Giallo cromo", 1921; "Passo di danza", 1923) espresse la crisi dei valori seguita al primo conflitto mondiale. Nel suo romanzo più noto, "Il mondo nuovo" (1932) svolge l'allarmata profezia di una società interamente dominata dagli apparati tecnologici.Tra le opere successive: "La catena del passato" (1936), "Dopo molte estati" (1939), "Filosofia perenne" (1945), "Le porte della percezione" (1954), "Paradiso e inferno" (1956) e "Ritorno dal mondo nuovo" (1956).Da: "Enciclopedia della Letteratura", Garzanti, 2003 Approfondisci
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