О дивный новый мир

           Evenafterthelightshadgoneup,whiletheywereshufflingslowlyalongwiththecrowdtowardsthelifts,itsghoststillflutteredagainstherlips,stilltracedfineshudderingroadsofanxietyandpleasureacrossherskin.Hercheekswereflushed.ShecaughtholdoftheSavage’sarmandpressedit,limp,againstherside.Helookeddownatherforamoment,pale,pained,desiring,andashamedofhisdesire.Hewasnotworthy,not...Theireyesforamomentmet.Whattreasuresherspromised!Aqueen’sransomoftemperament.Hastilyhelookedaway,disengagedhisimprisonedarm.Hewasobscurelyterrifiedlestsheshouldceasetobesomethinghecouldfeelhimselfunworthyof.

           "Idon’tthinkyououghttoseethingslikethat,"hesaid,makinghastetotransferfromLeninaherselftothesurroundingcircumstancestheblameforanypastorpossiblefuturelapsefromperfection.

           "Thingslikewhat,John?"

           "Likethishorriblefilm."

           "Horrible?"Leninawasgenuinelyastonished."ButIthoughtitwaslovely."

           "Itwasbase,"hesaidindignantly,"itwasignoble."

           Sheshookherhead."Idon’tknowwhatyoumean."Whywashesoqueer?Whydidhegooutofhiswaytospoilthings?

           Inthetaxicopterhehardlyevenlookedather.Boundbystrongvowsthathadneverbeenpronounced,obedienttolawsthathadlongsinceceasedtorun,hesatavertedandinsilence.Sometimes,asthoughafingerhadpluckedatsometaut,almostbreakingstring,hiswholebodywouldshakewithasuddennervousstart.