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           TheSavagelookedathim.Hehadbeenpreparedtolie,tobluster,toremainsullenlyunresponsive;but,reassuredbythegood-humouredintelligenceoftheController’sface,hedecidedtotellthetruth,straightforwardly."No."Heshookhishead.

           Bernardstartedandlookedhorrified.WhatwouldtheControllerthink?Tobelabelledasthefriendofamanwhosaidthathedidn’tlikecivilization–saiditopenlyand,ofallpeople,totheController–itwasterrible."But,John,"hebegan.AlookfromMustaphaMondreducedhimtoanabjectsilence.

           "Ofcourse,"theSavagewentontoadmit,"therearesomeverynicethings.Allthatmusicintheair,forinstance..."

           "Sometimesathousandtwanglinginstrumentswillhumaboutmyearsandsometimesvoices."

           TheSavage’sfacelitupwithasuddenpleasure."Haveyoureadittoo?"heasked."Ithoughtnobodyknewaboutthatbookhere,inEngland."

           "Almostnobody.I’moneoftheveryfew.It’sprohibited,yousee.ButasImakethelawshere,Icanalsobreakthem.Withimpunity,Mr.Marx,"headded,turningtoBernard."WhichI’mafraidyoucan’tdo."

           Bernardsankintoayetmorehopelessmisery.

           "Butwhyisitprohibited?"askedtheSavage.IntheexcitementofmeetingamanwhohadreadShakespearehehadmomentarilyforgotteneverythingelse.

           TheControllershruggedhisshoulders."Becauseit’sold;that’sthechiefreason.Wehaven’tanyuseforoldthingshere."

           "Evenwhenthey’rebeautiful?"

           "Particularlywhenthey’rebeautiful.