О дивный новый мир

           Butinexorably,everythirtyseconds,theminutehandoftheelectricclockabovehisbedjumpedforwardwithanalmostimperceptibleclick.Click,click,click,click...Anditwasmorning.Bernardwasbackamongthemiseriesofspaceandtime.ItwasinthelowestspiritsthathetaxiedacrosstohisworkattheConditioningCentre.Theintoxicationofsuccesshadevaporated;hewassoberlyhisoldself;andbycontrastwiththetemporaryballoonoftheselastweeks,theoldselfseemedunprecedentedlyheavierthanthesurroundingatmosphere.

           TothisdeflatedBernardtheSavageshowedhimselfunexpectedlysympathetic.

           "You’remorelikewhatyouwereatMalpais,"hesaid,whenBernardhadtoldhimhisplaintivestory."Doyourememberwhenwefirsttalkedtogether?Outsidethelittlehouse.You’relikewhatyouwerethen."

           "BecauseI’munhappyagain;that’swhy."

           "Well,I’dratherbeunhappythanhavethesortoffalse,lyinghappinessyouwerehavinghere."

           "Ilikethat,"saidBernardbitterly."Whenit’syouwhowerethecauseofitall.Refusingtocometomypartyandsoturningthemallagainstme!"Heknewthatwhathewassayingwasabsurdinitsinjustice;headmittedinwardly,andatlastevenaloud,thetruthofallthattheSavagenowsaidabouttheworthlessnessoffriendswhocouldbeturneduponsoslightaprovocationintopersecutingenemies.