“Ford, we are twelve; oh, make us one,
Like drops within the Social River;
Oh, make us now together run
As swiftly as thy shining Flivver.”
P. 82
This was the first among several hymns that were sung during the Solidarity Service Bernard attends. As the participants recite the silly rhymes, they sound more like machines waiting to be assembled on a Model-T Ford than humans. This is an example of a way the World State ruses its members to conform to its societal rules; it seems almost hypnotic at times. They work themselves into a delirious exultation as though they have chosen to be there; however, at times, they seem to feel the need to release some ‘human’ emotions. Emotions the World State hasn’t conditioned them to ignore.
Why can’t Bernard and other Alphas who attend these Solidarity sessions realize the truth beneath its purpose? Why doesn’t the operation of the World State as a whole spook the Alphas as being odd since they’re smartest?
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