О дивный новый мир

           Asforthemanwhowashisfather,Lindahadneverseenhimagain.HisnamewasTomakin.(Yes,"Thomas"wastheD.H.C.’sfirstname.)Hemusthaveflownaway,backtotheOtherPlace,awaywithouther–abad,unkind,unnaturalman.

           "AndsoIwasborninMalpais,"heconcluded."InMalpais."Andheshookhishead.

           Thesqualorofthatlittlehouseontheoutskirtsofthepueblo!

           Aspaceofdustandrubbishseparateditfromthevillage.Twofamine-strickendogswerenosingobscenelyinthegarbageatitsdoor.Inside,whentheyentered,thetwilightstankandwasloudwithflies.

           "Linda!"theyoungmancalled.

           Fromtheinnerroomaratherhoarsefemalevoicesaid,"Coming."

           Theywaited.Inbowlsonthefloorweretheremainsofameal,perhapsofseveralmeals.

           Thedooropened.Averystoutblondesquawsteppedacrossthethresholdandstoodlookingatthestrangersstaringincredulously,hermouthopen.Leninanoticedwithdisgustthattwoofthefrontteethweremissing.Andthecolouroftheonesthatremained...Sheshuddered.Itwasworsethantheoldman.Sofat.Andallthelinesinherface,theflabbiness,thewrinkles.Andthesaggingcheeks,withthosepurplishblotches.Andtheredveinsonhernose,thebloodshoteyes.Andthatneck–thatneck;andtheblanketsheworeoverherhead–raggedandfilthy.Andunderthebrownsack-shapedtunicthoseenormousbreasts,thebulgeofthestomach,thehips.