I don't like it," said Lenina. "I don't like it." She…

““I don't like it," said Lenina. "I don't like it." She liked even less what awaited her at the entrance to the pueblo, where their guide had left them while he went inside for instructions. The dirt, to start with, the piles of rubbish, the dust, the dogs, the flies. Her face wrinkled up into a grimace of disgust. She held her handkerchief to her nose. "But how can they live like this?" she broke out in a voice of indignant incredulity. (It wasn't possible.) Bernard shrugged his shoulders philosophically. "Anyhow," he said, "they've been doing it for the last five or six thousand years. So I suppose they must be used to it by now." "But cleanliness is next to fordliness," she insisted. "Yes, and civilization is sterilization," Bernard went on, concluding on a tone of irony the second hypnopaedic lesson in elementary hygiene. "But these people have never heard of Our Ford, and they aren't civilized." / —No me gusta —exclamó Lenina—. No me gusta. Todavía le gustó menos lo que le esperaba a la entrada del pueblo, en donde su guía los dejó solos para entrar a pedir instrucciones. Suciedad, montones de basura, polvo, perros, moscas... Con el rostro distorsionado en una mueca de asco, Lenina, se llevó un pañuelo a la nariz. —Pero, ¿cómo pueden vivir así? —estalló. En su voz sonaba un matiz de incredulidad indignada. Aquello no era posible. Bernard se encogió filosóficamente de hombros. —Piensa que llevan cinco o seis mil años viviendo así —dijo—. Supongo que a estas alturas ya estarán acostumbrados. —Pero la limpieza nos acerca a la fordeza —insistió Lenina. —Sí, y civilización es esterilización —prosiguió Bernard, completando así, en tono irónico, la segunda lección hipnopédica de higiene elemental—. Pero esta gente no ha oído hablar jamás de Nuestro Ford y no está civilizada.””

— Aldous Huxley