On 22 November 1963, that most mystic of English rationalists Aldous Huxley passed away in Hollywood, California, as his wife read him passages from the Tibetan book of the dead. Forty years on, in the corridors of power of today's Brave New World the warmonger seeks solace and sweet dreams by popping a pill. Abe asks why the media isn't asking any questions following this revelation by Colin Powell. Probably all asleep...