“We condition the masses to hate the country，” concluded the Director. “But simultaneously we condition them to love all country sports. At the same time， we see to it that all country sports shall entail the use of elaborate apparatus. So that they consume manufactured articles as well as transport. Hence those electric shocks.”
“I see，” said the student， and was silent， lost in admiration.
There was a silence； then， clearing his throat， “Once upon a time，” the Director began， “while our Ford was still on earth， there was a little boy called Reuben Rabinovitch. Reuben was the child of Polish-speaking parents.”
The Director interrupted himself. “You know what Polish is， I suppose？”
“A dead language.”
“Like French and German，” added another student， officiously showing off his learning.
“And ‘parent’？” questioned the D.H.C.
There was an uneasy silence. Several of the boys blushed. They had not yet learned to draw the significant but often very fine distinction between smut and pure science. One， at last， had the courage to raise a hand.
“Human beings used to be…” he hesitated； the blood rushed to his cheeks. “Well， they used to be viviparous.”
“Quite right.” The Director nodded approvingly.
“And when the babies were decanted…”
“‘Born，’” came the correction.
“Well， then they were the parents–I mean， not the babies， of course； the other ones.” The poor boy was overwhelmed with confusion.
“In brief，” the Director summed up， “the parents were the father and the mother.” The smut that was really science fell with a crash into the boys’ eye-avoiding silence. “Mother，” he repeated loudly rubbing in the science； and， leaning back in his chair， “These，” he said gravely， “are unpleasant facts； I know it. But then most historical facts are unpleasant.”
He returned to Little Reuben–to Little Reuben， in whose room， one evening， by an oversight， his father and mother （crash， crash！） happened to leave the radio turned on.
（“For you must remember that in those days of gross viviparous reproduction， children were always brought up by their parents and not in State Conditioning Centres.”）
While the child was asleep， a broadcast programme from London suddenly started to come through； and the next morning， to the astonishment of his crash and crash （the more daring of the boys ventured to grin at one another）， Little Reuben woke up repeating word for word a long lecture by that curious old writer （“one of the very few whose works have been permitted to come down to us”）， George Bernard Shaw， who was speaking， according to a well-authenticated tradition， about his own genius. To Little Reuben’s wink and snigger， this lecture was， of course， perfectly incomprehensible and， imagining that their child had suddenly gone mad， they sent for a doctor. He， fortunately， understood English， recognized the discourse as that which Shaw had broadcasted the previous evening， realized the significance of what had happened， and sent a letter to the medical press about it.
“The principle of sleep-teaching， or hypnop？dia， had been discovered.” The D.H.C. made an impressive pause.
The principle had been discovered； but many， many years were to elapse before that principle was usefully applied.
“The case of Little Reuben occurred only twenty-three years after Our Ford’s first T-Model was put on the market.” （Here the Director made a sign of the T on his stomach and all the students reverently followed suit.） “And yet…”
Furiously the students scribbled. “Hypnop？dia， first used officially in A.F. 214. Why not before？ Two reasons. （a）…”
“These early experimenters，” the D.H.C. was saying， “were on the wrong track. They thought that hypnop？dia could be made an instrument of intellectual education…”
（A small boy asleep on his right side， the right arm stuck out， the right hand hanging limp over the edge of the bed. Through a round grating in the side of a box a voice speaks softly.
“The Nile is the longest river in Africa and the second in length of all the rivers of the globe. Although falling short of the length of the Mississippi-Missouri， the Nile is at the head of all rivers as regards the length of its basin， which extends through 35 degrees of latitude…”
At breakfast the next morning， “Tommy，” some one says， “do you know which is the longest river in Africa？” A shaking of the head. “But don’t you remember something that begins： The Nile is the…”
“The - Nile - is - the - longest - river - in - Africa - and - the - second - in - length -of - all - the - rivers - of - the - globe…” The words come rushing out. “Although -falling - short - of…”
“Well now， which is the longest river in Africa？”
The eyes are blank. “I don’t know.”
“But the Nile， Tommy.”
“The - Nile - is - the - longest - river - in - Africa - and - second…”
“Then which river is the longest， Tommy？”
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