О дивный новый мир

           Hepointedwithalaughtohisavowedlibrary–totheshelvesofbooks,therackfullofreading-machinebobbinsandsound-trackrolls.

           "ButifyouknowaboutGod,whydon’tyoutellthem?"askedtheSavageindignantly."Whydon’tyougivethemthesebooksaboutGod?"

           "Forthesamereasonaswedon’tgivethemOthello:they’reold;they’reaboutGodhundredsofyearsago.NotaboutGodnow."

           "ButGoddoesn’tchange."

           "Mendo,though."

           "Whatdifferencedoesthatmake?"

           "Allthedifferenceintheworld,"saidMustaphaMond.Hegotupagainandwalkedtothesafe."TherewasamancalledCardinalNewman,"hesaid."Acardinal,"heexclaimedparenthetically,"wasakindofArch?Community-Songster."

           "’IPandulph,offairMilan,cardinal.’I’vereadabouttheminShakespeare."

           "Ofcourseyouhave.Well,asIwassaying,therewasamancalledCardinalNewman.Ah,here’sthebook."Hepulleditout."AndwhileI’maboutitI’lltakethisonetoo.It’sbyamancalledMainedeBiran.Hewasaphilosopher,ifyouknowwhatthatwas."

           "Amanwhodreamsoffewerthingsthanthereareinheavenandearth,"saidtheSavagepromptly.

           "Quiteso.I’llreadyouoneofthethingshediddreamofinamoment.Meanwhile,listentowhatthisoldArch?Community-Songstersaid."Heopenedthebookattheplacemarkedbyaslipofpaperandbegantoread."’Wearenotourownanymorethanwhatwepossessisourown.Wedidnotmakeourselves,wecannotbesupremeoverourselves.