О дивный новый мир

           Lindawaslyingonthebed,sippingthathorriblestinkingmescaloutofacup."Popébroughtit,"shesaid.Hervoicewasthickandhoarselikesomebodyelse’svoice."ItwaslyinginoneofthechestsoftheAntelopeKiva.It’ssupposedtohavebeenthereforhundredsofyears.Iexpectit’strue,becauseIlookedatit,anditseemedtobefullofnonsense.Uncivilized.Still,it’llbegoodenoughforyoutopracticeyourreadingon."Shetookalastsip,setthecupdownonthefloorbesidethebed,turnedoveronherside,hiccoughedonceortwiceandwenttosleep.

           Heopenedthebookatrandom.

           Nay,buttolive

           Intheranksweatofanenseamedbed,

           Stew’dincorruption,honeyingandmakinglove

           Overthenastysty...

           Thestrangewordsrolledthroughhismind;rumbled,liketalkingthunder;likethedrumsatthesummerdances,ifthedrumscouldhavespoken;likethemensingingtheCornSong,beautiful,beautiful,sothatyoucried;likeoldMitsimasayingmagicoverhisfeathersandhiscarvedsticksandhisbitsofboneandstone–kiathlatsilusilokwesilokwesilokwe.Kiaisilusilu,tsithl–butbetterthanMitsima’smagic,becauseitmeantmore,becauseittalkedtohim,talkedwonderfullyandonlyhalf-understandably,aterriblebeautifulmagic,aboutLinda;aboutLindalyingtheresnoring,withtheemptycuponthefloorbesidethebed;aboutLindaandPopé,LindaandPopé.

           HehatedPopémoreandmore.Amancansmileandsmileandbeavillain.Remorseless,treacherous,lecherous,kindlessvillain.