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Summary Chp. 11

The Director has resigned his post and all upper-caste Londoners want to see more of this quaint creature who had called the Director `my father'. People aren't interested in Linda, being no savage herself and her request for an indefinite soma holiday is granted. John doesn't think this is right, his mother an example of senility for doctors to observe. Bernardís' luck has turned, everyone wants time with him, including Fanny who accepts an invite to see the Savage. He boasts of having girls to Helmholtz, who seems sad about it all and ends up accusing him of being envious. Bernard feels "positively gigantic" while others prophesy he will come to a bad end. The Savage is shown around all aspects of civilised life, and haughtily reports his progress to Mustapha Mond who becomes insulted by his tone and plots a lesson in respect. Upon John's tour of the Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre he becomes violently ill. Bernard continues to write progress reports to Mond, admitting the Savage won't take soma, that he can't regard death as unimportant and that he continues to be upset by his mother's state of mind. While John is on a tour of Eton including an Alpha-Double-Plus classroom, it's revealed that it's their policy to have upper caste boys and girls in attendance only. Bernard takes a fancy to Miss Keate. John learns that "a savage reservation.. has not been worth the expense of cultivating." Lenina too was receiving her share of credit in bringing the Savage to London, of whom she now has a crush on. They go to a stereoscopic Feely movie, "Three Weeks in a Helicopter" together which astonishes and embarrasses John. After telling her that he doesn't think she should see such horrible films he returns to his room to read Othello. Lenina copes with their muddled communication and abrupt good night by taking more soma.
Aldous Huxley