Dearest Lenina,
you are but blind to the true happiness
which would await you if you did not live like this;
drugged and incoherent to the beauty and horror of the world,
unable to love and understand.
Dearest Lenina,
you are beautiful but you lack personality,
and your own feelings, and your own opinions;
you are but a puppet to your conditioning.
Dearest Lenina,
you are not happy, the control exerted over you
makes it impossible for you to ever find
what makes you happy.
Dearest Lenina,
if you had but lived where I had,
or experienced what it meant to be human,
truly human, without the hypnopædia,
the forced social norms, without feeling obligated
to do anything for the World State, then perhaps we could be.
Dearest Lenina,
controlled Lenina, unhappy Lenina,
you could have been great if you had not been born
within this century.
Dearest Lenina,
I may have loved you, but you are still
a mere harlot.