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The nurses stood at attention as the director came in. "Set out the books", he said curtly in silence the nurses obeyed his command. Between the rose bowls the books were duly set out. a row of nursery books opened inviting each at some gaily coloured image of an animal, fish or bird. "Now bring in the children... Put them down on the floor." The infants were unloaded. "Now turn them so that they can see the flowers and the books." Turned, the babies at once fell silent, then began to crawl towards those clusters of sleek colours, those shapes so gay and brilliant on the white pages. As they approached, the sun came out of a momentary eclipse behind a cloud. The roses flamed up as though with a sudden passion from within ; a new and profound significance seemed to suffuse the shining pages of the books... The Director rubbed his hands. "Excellent!" he said. "It might almost have been done on purpose."
The swiftest crawlers were already at their goal. Small hands reached out uncertainly, touched, grasped, unpetalling the transfigured roses, crumpling the illuminated pages of the books. The Director waited until all were happily busy. Then "Watch carefully", he said. And lifting his hand ha gave the signal.
The Head Nurse, who was standing by a board at the other end of the room, pressed down a little lever.
There was a violent explosion. Shriller and ever shriller, a siren shrieked. Alarm bells maddeningly sounded.
The Children started, screamed ; their faces were distorted with terror. "And now", the Director shouted, for the noise was deafening, "now we proceed to rub in the lesson with a mild electronic shock... These babies will grow up with what the psychologists used to call an instinctive hatred of books and flowers. Reflexes unalterably conditioned. They´ll be safe from books and botany all their lives."