Fifteen years ago Novelist Aldous Huxley regaled British and American wits with a prophetic novel entitled Brave New World. In this caustic, chilly fantasy of a world-to-come (A.D. 2,500), babies were born in class-distinctive bottles, travel was in state-controlled helicopters, scientific absolutism was the universal rule. People swallowed a tabloid of happiness when they felt blue, worshiped a mechanistic god named "Our Ford," and believed that sexual fidelity was obscene. Faced with the alternatives of being Utopian or regressing into a squalid primitivism, the unhappy hero of Brave New World chose to hang...
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