О дивный новый мир
Chapter 7
"You’recivilized,aren’tyou?YoucomefromtheOtherPlace,outsidetheReservation?"
"Whoonearth...?"Bernardbeganinastonishment.
Theyoungmansighedandshookhishead."Amostunhappygentleman."And,pointingtothebloodstainsinthecentreofthesquare,"Doyouseethatdamnedspot?"heaskedinavoicethattrembledwithemotion.
"Agrammeisbetterthanadamn,"saidLeninamechanicallyfrombehindherhands."IwishIhadmysoma!"
"Ioughttohavebeenthere,"theyoungmanwenton."Whywouldn’ttheyletmebethesacrifice?I’dhavegoneroundtentimes–twelve,fifteen.Palowhtiwaonlygotasfarasseven.Theycouldhavehadtwiceasmuchbloodfromme.Themultitudinousseasincarnadine."Heflungouthisarmsinalavishgesture;then,despairingly,letthemfallagain."Buttheywouldn’tletme.Theydislikedmeformycomplexion.It’salwaysbeenlikethat.Always."Tearsstoodintheyoungman’seyes;hewasashamedandturnedaway.
AstonishmentmadeLeninaforgetthedeprivationofsoma.Sheuncoveredherfaceand,forthefirsttime,lookedatthestranger."Doyoumeantosaythatyouwantedtobehitwiththatwhip?"
Stillavertedfromher,theyoungmanmadeasignofaffirmation."Forthesakeofthepueblo–tomaketheraincomeandthecorngrow.AndtopleasePookongandJesus.AndthentoshowthatIcanbearpainwithoutcryingout.