Chapter IV, 2 (p55):
The hangars were staffed by a single Bokanovsky Group, and the men were twins, identically small, black and hideous.
Chapter VII (p93):
'I wish we could have brought the plane,' said Lenina, looking up resentfully at the blank impending rock-face. 'I hate walking...'
Chapter XV (p187):
And pushing open a window... he began to throw the little pill-boxes of soma tablets in handfuls out into the area.
I've entered the House of Illustration/Folio Society illustration competition. The book for this year's competition was "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley.