О дивный новый мир

           "Andwhatanintensityoffeelingitmustgenerate!Ioftenthinkonemayhavemissedsomethinginnothavinghadamother.Andperhapsyou’vemissedsomethinginnotbeingamother,Lenina.Imagineyourselfsittingtherewithalittlebabyofyourown...."

           "Bernard!Howcanyou?"Thepassageofanoldwomanwithophthalmiaandadiseaseoftheskindistractedherfromherindignation.

           "Let’sgoaway,"shebegged."Idon’tlikeit."

           Butatthismomenttheirguidecamebackand,beckoningthemtofollow,ledthewaydownthenarrowstreetbetweenthehouses.Theyroundedacorner.Adeaddogwaslyingonarubbishheap;awomanwithagoitrewaslookingforliceinthehairofasmallgirl.Theirguidehaltedatthefootofaladder,raisedhishandperpendicularly,thendartedithorizontallyforward.Theydidwhathemutelycommanded–climbedtheladderandwalkedthroughthedoorway,towhichitgaveaccess,intoalongnarrowroom,ratherdarkandsmellingofsmokeandcookedgreaseandlong-worn,long-unwashedclothes.Atthefurtherendoftheroomwasanotherdoorway,throughwhichcameashaftofsundightandthenoise,veryloudandclose,ofthedrums.

           Theysteppedacrossthethresholdandfoundthemselvesonawideterrace.Belowthem,shutinbythetallhouses,wasthevillagesquare,crowdedwithIndians.Brightblankets,andfeathersinblackhair,andtheglintofturquoise,anddarkskinsshiningwithheat.Leninaputherhandkerchieftohernoseagain.