How we cite our quotes: Citations follow this format: (Chapter.Part.Paragraph)
Quote #7
Obediently, with all the others, Lenina and Henry left the building. The depressing stars had travelled quite some way across the heavens. But though the separating screen of the sky-signs had now to a great extent dissolved, the two young people still retained their happy ignorance of the night. (5.1.21)
This reminds us of the passage in Chapter 6 in which Bernard tries to make Lenina look at the ocean. Look at the use of "depressing" as an adjective to describe the stars; this is similar to the "haggard" moon and the "rushing emptiness" of the night we see later. Just as Henry and Lenina refuse to acknowledge the weather, so they generally refuse to acknowledge anything larger than themselves. No God, no morality, no justice, and no respect for humanity as a whole or the world at large.
Quote #8
"Wasn't it wonderful?" said Fifi Bradlaugh. "Wasn't it simply wonderful?" She looked at Bernard with an expression of rapture, but of rapture in which there was no trace of agitation or excitement—for to be excited is still to be unsatisfied. Hers was the calm ecstasy of achieved consummation, the peace, not of mere vacant satiety and nothingness, but of balanced life, of energies at rest and in equilibrium. A rich and living peace. For the Solidarity Service had given as well as taken, drawn off only to replenish. She was full, she was made perfect, she was still more than merely herself. "Didn't you think it was wonderful?" she insisted, looking into Bernard's face with those supernaturally shining eyes. (5.2.33)
Huxley's description of Fifi's emotion is certainly interesting. One might try to write off the "happiness" of the World State as "mere satiety," but this passage makes that impossible. Fifi is more than merely satiated, it tells us—in fact, she's in ecstasy.
Quote #9
"Well," he resumed at last, "the next day there was a search. But we couldn't find her. She must have fallen into a gully somewhere; or been eaten by a mountain lion. Ford knows. Anyhow it was horrible. It upset me very much at the time. More than it ought to have done, I dare say. Because, after all, it's the sort of accident that might have happened to any one; and, of course, the social body persists although the component cells may change." But this sleep-taught consolation did not seem to be very effective. Shaking his head, "I actually dream about it sometimes," the Director went on in a low voice. "Dream of being woken up by that peal of thunder and finding her gone; dream of searching and searching for her under the trees." He lapsed into the silence of reminiscence. (6.2.8)
Mustapha's prediction that emotional attachments inevitably cause suffering is very true here: the Director obviously had some sort of attachment to Linda (made evident by his defensive outburst in the next paragraph denying as much), and he suffered immensely at her disappearance.