О дивный новый мир

           Hewasbeingshownabird’s-eyeviewofitatpresent,abird’s-eyeviewfromtheplatformoftheCharing-TTower.TheStationMasterandtheResidentMeteorologistwereactingasguides.ButitwasBernardwhodidmostofthetalking.Intoxicated,hewasbehavingasthough,attheveryleast,hewereavisitingWorldController.Lighterthanair.

           TheBombayGreenRocketdroppedoutofthesky.Thepassengersalighted.EightidenticalDravidiantwinsinkhakilookedoutoftheeightportholesofthecabin–thestewards.

           "Twelvehundredandfiftykilometresanhour,"saidtheStationMasterimpressively."Whatdoyouthinkofthat,Mr.Savage?"

           Johnthoughtitverynice."Still,"hesaid,"Arielcouldputagirdleroundtheearthinfortyminutes."

           "TheSavage,"wroteBernardinhisreporttoMustaphaMond,"showssurprisinglylittleastonishmentat,oraweof,civilizedinventions.Thisispartlydue,nodoubt,tothefactthathehasheardthemtalkedaboutbythewomanLinda,hism–––."

           (MustaphaMondfrowned."DoesthefoolthinkI’mtoosqueamishtoseethewordwrittenoutatfulllength?")

           "Partlyonhisinterestbeingfocussedonwhathecalls’thesoul,’whichhepersistsinregardingasanentityindependentofthephysicalenvironment,whereas,asItriedtopointouttohim..."

           TheControllerskippedthenextsentencesandwasjustabouttoturnthepageinsearchofsomethingmoreinterestinglyconcrete,whenhiseyewascaughtbyaseriesofquiteextraordinaryphrases.