О дивный новый мир

           Herose,putdownhisglass,brushedfromhispurpleviscosewaistcoatthecrumbsofaconsiderablecollation,andwalkedtowardsthedoor.

           Bernarddartedforwardtointercepthim.

           "Mustyoureally,Arch-Songster?...It’sveryearlystill.I’dhopedyouwould..."

           Yes,whathadn’thehoped,whenLeninaconfidentiallytoldhimthattheArch-Community-Songsterwouldacceptaninvitationifitweresent."He’sreallyrathersweet,youknow."AndshehadshownBernardthelittlegoldenzipper-fasteningintheformofaTwhichtheArch-Songsterhadgivenherasamementooftheweek-endshehadspentatLambeth.TomeettheArch-Community-SongsterofCanterburyandMr.Savage.Bernardhadproclaimedhistriumphoneveryinvitationcard.ButtheSavagehadchosenthiseveningofalleveningstolockhimselfupinhisroom,toshout"Háni!"andeven(itwasluckythatBernarddidn’tunderstandZuñi)"Sonsésotse?ná!"WhatshouldhavebeenthecrowningmomentofBernard’swholecareerhadturnedouttobethemomentofhisgreatesthumiliation.

           "I’dsomuchhoped..."hestammeringlyrepeated,lookingupatthegreatdignitarywithpleadinganddistractedeyes.

           "Myyoungfriend,"saidtheArch-Community-Songsterinatoneofloudandsolemnseverity;therewasageneralsilence."Letmegiveyouawordofadvice."HewaggedhisfingeratBernard."Beforeit’stoolate.Awordofgoodadvice."(Hisvoicebecamesepulchral.)"Mendyourways,myyoungfriend,mendyourways."