О дивный новый мир
Chapter 8
Everyfewsecondsadropfell,dark,almostcolourlessinthedeadlight.Drop,drop,drop.To-morrowandto-morrowandto-morrow...
HehaddiscoveredTimeandDeathandGod.
"Alone,alwaysalone,"theyoungmanwassaying.
ThewordsawokeaplaintiveechoinBernard’smind.Alone,alone..."SoamI,"hesaid,onagushofconfidingness."Terriblyalone."
"Areyou?"Johnlookedsurprised."IthoughtthatintheOtherPlace...Imean,Lindaalwayssaidthatnobodywaseveralonethere."
Bernardblusheduncomfortably."Yousee,"hesaid,mumblingandwithavertedeyes,"I’mratherdifferentfrommostpeople,Isuppose.Ifonehappenstobedecanteddifferent..."
"Yes,that’sjustit."Theyoungmannodded."Ifone’sdifferent,one’sboundtobelonely.They’rebeastlytoone.Doyouknow,theyshutmeoutofabsolutelyeverything?Whentheotherboysweresentouttospendthenightonthemountains–youknow,whenyouhavetodreamwhichyoursacredanimalis–theywouldn’tletmegowiththeothers;theywouldn’ttellmeanyofthesecrets.Ididitbymyself,though,"headded."Didn’teatanythingforfivedaysandthenwentoutonenightaloneintothosemountainsthere."Hepointed.
Patronizingly,Bernardsmiled."Anddidyoudreamofanything?"heasked.
Theothernodded."ButImustn’ttellyouwhat."
