Dinted dimpled wimpled — his mind wandered down echoing corridors of assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the point. He was enamo… - Aldous Huxley

He liked to think of himself as a merciless vivisector probing into the palpitating entrails of his own soul.

But I like the inconveniences."
"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably."
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.

I mean what does a democracy depend on? A democracy depends on the individual voter making an intelligent and rational choice for what he regards as his enlightened self-interest, in any given circumstance.