О дивный новый мир

           ’’Hugmetillyoudrugme,honey;

           KissmetillI’minacoma;

           Hugme,honey,snugglybunny;

           Love’sasgoodassoma."

           ThescentorganwasplayingadelightfullyrefreshingHerbalCapriccio–ripplingarpeggiosofthymeandlavender,ofrosemary,basil,myrtle,tarragon;aseriesofdaringmodulationsthroughthespicekeysintoambergris;andaslowreturnthroughsandalwood,camphor,cedarandnewmownhay(withoccasionalsubtletouchesofdiscord–awhiffofkidneypudding,thefaintestsuspicionofpig’sdung)backtothesimplearomaticswithwhichthepiecebegan.Thefinalblastofthymediedaway;therewasaroundofapplause;thelightswentup.Inthesyntheticmusicmachinethesound-trackrollbegantounwind.Itwasatrioforhyper-violin,super-celloandoboe-surrogatethatnowfilledtheairwithitsagreeablelanguor.Thirtyorfortybars–andthen,againstthisinstrumentalbackground,amuchmorethanhumanvoicebegantowarble;nowthroaty,nowfromthehead,nowhollowasaflute,nowchargedwithyearningharmonics,iteffortlesslypassedfromGaspard’sForster’slowrecordontheveryfrontiersofmusicaltonetoatrilledbat-notehighabovethehighestCtowhich(in1770,attheDucaloperaofParma,andtotheastonishmentofMozart)LucreziaAjugari,aloneofallthesingersinhistory,oncepiercinglygaveutterance.

           Sunkintheirpneumaticstalls,LeninaandtheSavagesniffedandlistened.Itwasnowtheturnalsoforeyesandskin.