Hawki said:
Lenina's fallen for John, in as much that she's 'fallen' for anyone else. The tragedy of Lenina, of the World State, is that she has no idea what love is, or at least, love as we'd define it.
None of these characters know what love is, including John, whose definition of love is literally Shakespearean, and who becomes fixated on Lenina literally seconds after meeting her because she's the first civilised woman he's met (just like his mother) and she smiles at him. Behold our protagonist! Truly no secrets of the human heart are left untouched by his mangled reading of Elizabethan drama!
Look, if John were an unimportant everyman protagonist who is there to provide an audience surrogate. Why is it important that we are told, very explicitly, about his horrible upbringing? The answer is because John's upbringing is incredibly important to who he is as a character. He is emotionally crippled by his upbringing, just as Lenina and the other inhabitants of the world state are emotionally crippled by theirs. They are crippled in polar opposite ways, but ultimately neither of them has experienced love "as we define it" and thus neither is capable of understanding it.
Based on the Linda's prognosis when they arrive in England, her death takes place, at most, 1-2 months later. That is the length of time John has known Lenina when he's ranting about virgin knots and marriage and other things he read about in Shakespeare but doesn't really understand. Hid idea of love isn't ours, it's ridiculous, it displays no more real understanding of love than she has. But, at the same time, both these characters admit to having feelings for each other which they've never had for anyone else. They have the potential to be more than their upbringings. The tragedy is that they don't manage it, and John is entire complicit in the reasons why they don't manage it.
Hawki said:
"Sweet. Put your arms round me. Hug me till you drug me, honey. Kiss me, kiss me till I'm in a coma. Hug me, honey, snuggly..."
"Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny;
Love's as good as Soma."
It's a song. She's saying lines from the vapid lovesong she sung a few chapters earlier when she was happy and thinking about how much she liked him.
Hawki said:
There's certainly a strong chance that it is Lenina, but I can hardly call it definitive.
So, let me put this way. Either it's Lenina, or Huxley is an incompetent writer who wrote an arc with no payoff and made his main character into even more of an asshole (by having him attack a random person who felt sorry for him) for absolutely no reason save to fake out and confuse the 99% of readers who reached the incredibly obvious and natural conclusion that it's Lenina, but then never told anyone about the fakeout thus making doing so pointless even on that incredibly infantile level.
Hawki said:
Not really. The full line is "He was angry because she liked Pope, he was shaking her because Pope was there in the bed - as though there was something wrong, as though all civilized people didn't do the same?" If this is Linda's POV, the first two lines don't make sense, because she's too far gone to comprehend any of this.
Okay, let's dive in shall we..
The subject of the sentence is John, which suggests that we are seeing John's POV. However, the second half of the sentence refers to the first half, and specifically to John's actions. It doesn't break the rules of grammar to apply to a whole swathe of things outside of the sentence. John is the one who is behaving as though there is something wrong. He is the one who is acting as if all civilized people don't behave like Linda. John is reflecting on his own actions (and given the context, his actions as a child as well) and imagining how they must look to a civilised person like his mother.
Huxley never uses a authorial POV to give opinions or to tell us what we should feel or think. He only uses it to give us descriptions (sometimes loaded descriptions, but descriptions nonetheless). That rule is not being broken here.
Hawki said:
It isn't even the point of contention, the point of contention is down to John, and how we clearly view his character differently.
You know, I'm just going to close out with a couple of lines from Mond's long speech at the beginning.
"And home was as squalid psychically as physically. Psychically, it was a rabbit hole, a midden, hot with the frictions of tightly packed life, reeking with emotion. What suffocating intimacies, what dangerous, insane, obscene relationships between the members of the family group!
...
Our Ford?or Our Freud, as, for some inscrutable reason, he chose to call himself whenever he spoke of psychological matters?Our Freud had been the first to reveal the appalling dangers of family life. The world was full of fathers?was therefore full of misery; full of mothers?therefore of every kind of perversion from
sadism to
chastity; full of brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts?full of
madness and
suicide."
Remind you of anyone?