О дивный новый мир

           Cloaksofturkeyfeathersflutteredfromtheirshoulders;hugefeatherdiademsexplodedgaudilyroundtheirheads.Witheverysteptheytookcametheclinkandrattleoftheirsilverbracelets,theirheavynecklacesofboneandturquoisebeads.Theycameonwithoutaword,runningquietlyintheirdeerskinmoccasins.Oneofthemwasholdingafeatherbrush;theothercarried,ineitherhand,whatlookedatadistancelikethreeorfourpiecesofthickrope.Oneoftheropeswritheduneasily,andsuddenlyLeninasawthattheyweresnakes.

           Themencamenearerandnearer;theirdarkeyeslookedather,butwithoutgivinganysignofrecognition,anysmallestsignthattheyhadseenherorwereawareofherexistence.Thewrithingsnakehunglimpagainwiththerest.Themenpassed.

           "Idon’tlikeit,"saidLenina."Idon’tlikeit."

           Shelikedevenlesswhatawaitedherattheentrancetothepueblo,wheretheirguidehadleftthemwhilehewentinsideforinstructions.Thedirt,tostartwith,thepilesofrubbish,thedust,thedogs,theflies.Herfacewrinkledupintoagrimaceofdisgust.Sheheldherhandkerchieftohernose.

           "Buthowcantheylivelikethis?"shebrokeoutinavoiceofindignantincredulity.(Itwasn’tpossible.)

           Bernardshruggedhisshouldersphilosophically."Anyhow,"hesaid,"they’vebeendoingitforthelastfiveorsixthousandyears.SoIsupposetheymustbeusedtoitbynow."

           "Butcleanlinessisnexttofordliness,"sheinsisted.