Finally-and this was by far the strongest reason for people's not wanting to see poor Linda-there was her appearance. Moreover, she wasn't a real savage, had been hatched out of a bottle and conditioned like any one else: so couldn't have really quaint ideas. To say one was a mother-that was past a joke: it was an obscenity. After the scene in the Fertilizing Room, all upper-caste London was wild to see this delicious creature who had fallen on his knees before the Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning-or rather the ex-Director, for the poor man had resigned immediately afterwards and never set foot inside the Centre again-had flopped down and called him (the joke was almost too good to be true!) "my father." Linda, on the contrary, cut no ice nobody had the smallest desire to see Linda.
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