I recently re-read several books from my childhood.1 Aldous Huxley's A Brave New World and J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye.2 What I found so striking about both experiences was how the context changed for me now that I am an adult. The words are the same, but almost all of the stories are different. I still enjoyed the hell out of them, but I now have a split memory of these books. Thinking of A Brave New World now makes me excited and sad for the future.