George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949).
See also yesterday’s press conference.
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Friday, February 17, 2017
“Past events”
By Michael Leddy at 8:25 AM
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In 1967, I worked as a cashier for Waterbury Drugstore, at the corner of Camp and Canal in New Orleans. I also worked with the pharmacist, taking orders for refills and logging in prescriptions for narcotics and other controlled meds when he was busy.
A customer brought in an order for Soma, a muscle-relaxer with a pain-blocking agent, which has mood-altering side-effects in some people. I had recently read "1984," and was chuckling when I handed the prescription to the druggist. I told him about the connection I'd made to the novel.
"You do know the name of the man who owns this store, don't you?"
I didn't.
"His name is Ford."
(The pharmacist later said I was uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of my shift.)
Yikes! It’s like living the novel. (I know you’re thinking of Brave New World.)
Yep, she says, face chagrin-red. That is a shade somewhere between blushing-pink and cardiac-arrest-maroon. :}
Working in that drugstore was frequently like what I imagine it might be like to visit the nexus of the continuum. I had the 10pm-6am shift. The night people in downtown New Orleans were (still are?) weird creatures from another dimension than those I knew about.
(Thank you for your gentle correction.)
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