О дивный новый мир

           Youcan’timaginewhattheyusedtoputonit.Filth,justfilth.’CivilizationisSterilization,’Iusedtosaytthem.And’Streptocock-GeetoBanbury-T,toseeafinebathroomandW.C.’asthoughtheywerechildren.Butofcoursetheydidn’tunderstand.Howshouldthey?AndintheendIsupposeIgotusedtoit.Andanyhow,howcanyoukeepthingscleanwhenthereisn’thotwaterlaidon?Andlookattheseclothes.Thisbeastlywoolisn’tlikeacetate.Itlastsandlasts.Andyou’resupposedtomenditifitgetstorn.ButI’maBeta;IworkedintheFertilizingRoom;nobodyevertaughtmetodoanythinglikethat.Itwasn’tmybusiness.Besides,itneverusedtoberighttomendclothes.Throwthemawaywhenthey’vegotholesinthemandbuynew.’Themorestitches,thelessriches.’Isn’tthatright?Mending’santi-social.Butit’salldifferenthere.It’slikelivingwithlunatics.Everythingtheydoismad."Shelookedround;sawJohnandBernardhadleftthemandwerewalkingupanddowninthedustandgarbageoutsidethehouse;but,nonethelessconfidentiallyloweringhervoice,andleaning,whileLeninastiffenedandshrank,soclosethattheblownreekofembryo-poisonstirredthehaironhercheek."Forinstance,"shehoarselywhispered,"takethewaytheyhaveoneanotherhere.Mad,Itellyou,absolutelymad.Everybodybelongstoeveryoneelse–don’tthey?don’tthey?"sheinsisted,tuggingatLenina’ssleeve.