О дивный новый мир

           FortheSolidarityServicehadgivenaswellastaken,drawnoffonlytoreplenish.Shewasfull,shewasmadeperfect,shewasstillmorethanmerelyherself."Didn’tyouthinkitwaswonderful?"sheinsisted,lookingintoBernard’sfacewiththosesupernaturallyshiningeyes.

           "Yes,Ithoughtitwaswonderful,"heliedandlookedaway;thesightofhertransfiguredfacewasatonceanaccusationandanironicalreminderofhisownseparateness.Hewasasmiserablyisolatednowashehadbeenwhentheservicebegan–moreisolatedbyreasonofhisunreplenishedemptiness,hisdeadsatiety.Separateandunatoned,whiletheotherswerebeingfusedintotheGreaterBeing;aloneeveninMorgana’sembrace–muchmorealone,indeed,morehopelesslyhimselfthanhehadeverbeeninhislifebefore.Hehademergedfromthatcrimsontwilightintothecommonelectricglarewithaself-consciousnessintensifiedtothepitchofagony.Hewasutterlymiserable,andperhaps(hershiningeyesaccusedhim),perhapsitwashisownfault."Quitewonderful,"herepeated;buttheonlythinghecouldthinkofwasMorgana’seyebrow.