О дивный новый мир

           Thesidesofthegreatmesashiptoweredoverthem,threehundredfeettothegunwale.

           "Iwishwecouldhavebroughttheplane,"saidLenina,lookingupresentfullyattheblankimpendingrock-face."Ihatewalking.Andyoufeelsosmallwhenyou’reonthegroundatthebottomofahill."

           Theywalkedalongforsomewayintheshadowofthemesa,roundedaprojection,andthere,inawater-wornravine,wasthewayupthecompanionladder.Theyclimbed.Itwasaverysteeppaththatzigzaggedfromsidetosideofthegully.Sometimesthepulsingofthedrumswasallbutinaudible,atotherstheyseemedtobebeatingonlyjustroundthecorner.

           Whentheywerehalf-wayup,aneagleflewpastsoclosetothemthatthewindofhiswingsblewchillontheirfaces.Inacreviceoftherocklayapileofbones.Itwasalloppressivelyqueer,andtheIndiansmeltstrongerandstronger.Theyemergedatlastfromtheravineintothefullsunlight.Thetopofthemesawasaflatdeckofstone.

           "LiketheCharing-TTower,"wasLenina’scomment.Butshewasnotallowedtoenjoyherdiscoveryofthisreassuringresemblanceforlong.Apaddingofsoftfeetmadethemturnround.Nakedfromthroattonavel,theirdarkbrownbodiespaintedwithwhitelines("likeasphalttenniscourts,"Leninawaslatertoexplain),theirfacesinhumanwithdaubingsofscarlet,blackandochre,twoIndianscamerunningalongthepath.Theirblackhairwasbraidedwithfoxfurandredflannel.