О дивный новый мир

           Thetwolowwork-tablesfacedoneanother;betweenthemcrawledtheconveyorwithitsloadofseparateparts;forty-sevenblondeheadswereconfrontedbyforty-sevenbrownones.Forty-sevensnubsbyforty-sevenhooks;forty-sevenrecedingbyforty-sevenprognathouschins.ThecompletedmechanismswereinspectedbyeighteenidenticalcurlyauburngirlsinGammagreen,packedincratesbythirty-fourshort-legged,left-handedmaleDelta-Minuses,andloadedintothewaitingtrucksandlorriesbysixty-threeblue-eyed,flaxenandfreckledEpsilonSemi-Morons.

           "Obravenewworld..."BysomemaliceofhismemorytheSavagefoundhimselfrepeatingMiranda’swords."Obravenewworldthathassuchpeopleinit."

           "AndIassureyou,"theHumanElementManagerconcluded,astheyleftthefactory,"wehardlyeverhaveanytroublewithourworkers.Wealwaysfind..."

           ButtheSavagehadsuddenlybrokenawayfromhiscompanionsandwasviolentlyretching,behindaclumpoflaurels,asthoughthesolidearthhadbeenahelicopterinanairpocket.

           "TheSavage,"wroteBernard,"refusestotakesoma,andseemsmuchdistressedbecauseofthewomanLinda,hism–––,remainspermanentlyonholiday.