О дивный новый мир

           Redoubled,thelaughterdrownedeventheamplifiedrecordoftheirgroans.

           "Butwhydotheylaugh?"askedtheSavageinapainedbewilderment.

           "Why?"TheProvostturnedtowardshimastillbroadlygrinningface."Why?Butbecauseit’ssoextraordinarilyfunny."

           Inthecinematographictwilight,Bernardriskedagesturewhich,inthepast,eventotaldarknesswouldhardlyhaveemboldenedhimtomake.Stronginhisnewimportance,heputhisarmaroundtheHeadMistress’swaist.Ityielded,willowily.Hewasjustabouttosnatchakissortwoandperhapsagentlepinch,whentheshuttersclickedopenagain.

           "Perhapswehadbettergoon,"saidMissKeate,andmovedtowardsthedoor.

           "Andthis,"saidtheProvostamomentlater,"isHypnopædicControlRoom."

           Hundredsofsyntheticmusicboxes,oneforeachdormitory,stoodrangedinshelvesroundthreesidesoftheroom;pigeon-holedonthefourthwerethepapersound-trackrollsonwhichthevarioushypnopædiclessonswereprinted.

           "Yousliptherollinhere,"explainedBernard,interruptingDr.Gaffney,"pressdownthisswitch..."

           "No,thatone,"correctedtheProvost,annoyed.

           "Thatone,then.Therollunwinds.Theseleniumcellstransformthelightimpulsesintosoundwaves,and..."

           "Andthereyouare,"Dr.Gaffneyconcluded.

           "DotheyreadShakespeare?"askedtheSavageastheywalked,ontheirwaytotheBio-chemicalLaboratories,pasttheSchoolLibrary.

           "Certainlynot,"saidtheHeadMistress,blushing.