Brave New World Chapter 18

"Now I am purified," said the Savage. "I drank some mustard and warm water."

John drank some warm water and mustard to make himself throw up, and thereby purify himself.

"Yes, we're off to-morrow," said Bernard on whose face the Savage remarked a new expression of determined resignation. "And by the way, John," he continued, leaning forward in his chair and laying a hand on the Savage's knee, "I want to say how sorry I am about everything that happened yesterday."

Bernard and Helmholtz are shocked. Still, they say goodbye: they're heading to the island the next morning. Bernard apologizes for his behavior.

"He said he wanted to go on with the experiment. But I'm damned," the Savage added, with sudden fury, "I'm damned if I'll go on being experimented with. Not for all the Controllers in the world. l shall go away to-morrow too."

John asked if he could go with them, but Mond refused. Mond wanted to continue the "experiment."

“Between Grayshott and Tongham four abandoned air-lighthouses marked the course of the old Portsmouth-to-London road.. John had received for his personal expenses, most had been spent on his equipment. Before leaving London he had bought four viscose-woollen blankets, rope and string, nails, glue, a few tools, matches (though he intended in due course to make a fire drill), some pots and pans, two dozen packets of seeds, and ten kilogrammes of wheat flour..”

Some days later, John settles away from any city, in an abandoned lighthouse. He brings a few supplies can grow a garden.

“He realized to his dismay that, absorbed in the whittling of his bow, he had forgotten what he had sworn to himself he would constantly remember–poor Linda, and his own murderous unkindness to her, and those loathsome twins, swarming like lice across the mystery of her death, insulting, with their presence, not merely his own grief and repentance, but the very gods themselves. He had sworn to remember, he had sworn unceasingly to make amends. And there was he, sitting happily over his bow-stave, singing, actually singing. …”

When he catches himself being happy, which he considers offensive to the memory of his unkindness to his mother, he whips himself.

“Half an hour later, three Delta-Minus landworkers from one of the Puttenham Bokanovsky Groups.. After the eighth, the young man interrupted his self-punishment to run to the wood's edge and there be violently sick.”

Some Deltas passing on a nearby highway see him. The next day reporters show up. The Savage abuses them verbally and physically, and soon is left in peace.

"Sweet!" and "Put your arms round me!"–in shoes and socks, perfumed. Impudent strumpet! But oh, oh, her arms round his neck, the lifting of her breasts, her mouth! Eternity was in our lips and eyes. Lenina … No, no, no, no! He sprang to his feet and, half naked as he was, ran out of the house.”

John started to have lustful thoughts for Lenina.

“From his carefully constructed hide in the wood three hundred metres away, Darwin Bonaparte, the Feely Corporation's most expert big game photographer had watched the whole proceedings.. Menacingly he advanced towards them. A woman cried out in fear. The line wavered at its most immediately threatened point, then stiffened again, stood firm. The consciousness of being in overwhelming force had given these sightseers a courage which the Savage had not expected of them.”

He whips himself more viciously than ever, and a Feelie photographer who had been hiding nearby catches the whole thing on video. This cause a massive number of sightseers come to watch the Savage. They beg him to whip himself again.

"Strumpet!" The Savage had rushed at her like a madman. "Fitchew!" Like a madman, he was slashing at her with his whip of small cords.”

Lenina steps from a helicopter behind the crowd. John rushes at her, screaming "Strumpet!" He whips her, and himself. The crowd goes into a kind of ecstasy.

"Kill it, kill it, kill it …" The Savage went on shouting.
Then suddenly somebody started singing "Orgy-porgy" and, in a moment, they had all caught up the refrain and, singing, had begun to dance. Orgy-porgy, round and round and round, beating one another in six-eight time. Orgy-porgy …

He chants "Kill it, kill it" (meaning "kill fleshy desire"), as Lenina writhes at his feet. An orgy of beating possesses the mob and becomes an orgy-porgy.

“It was after midnight when the last of the helicopters took its flight. Stupefied by soma, and exhausted by a long-drawn frenzy of sensuality, the Savage lay sleeping in the heather. The sun was already high when he awoke. He lay for a moment, blinking in owlish incomprehension at the light; then suddenly remembered–everything.
"Oh, my God, my God!" He covered his eyes with his hand.”

The next morning John wakes. He sees that the crowd has gone, but he remembers the orgy of the night before.

“Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east. …”

When new sightseers arrive the next day hoping for a repeat performance, they find that the Savage has hanged himself.