Aldous Huxley, You Suck

It's bad.  It's pretentious.  It's a waste of a morning.  I loved Brave New World and even Island (I never liked "The Doors of Perception" because I'd already been exposed to Schopenhauer/Kant and the thing-in-itself or "will" vs "representation" or whatever Kant opposed to it, the thing-for-us...I'm lapsing on the term, so I had already moved beyond that by the time I read it), but these stories are ridiculous.  A short story about grad school--followed by another short story about grad school. Unidentifiable poems in foreign languages inserted randomly throughout (admittedly only some of) the text.  I suppose it would make more sense if I had known the poems or where they had come from.  People with names like "Lykeham," "Mr. Buzzacot," and "Mr. Bigger." Honeymoons at Capri!  More funny names like "Lady Hurtmore."  More stories about grad school.  Counts. Countesses.  Drawing rooms and parlours.  I really didn't enjoy any of these stories.  They were pretty bad. Done ranting.  Just wasn't very fun.