О дивный новый мир
Chapter 14
Balkedforthesecondtime,thepassionofhisgriefhadfoundanotheroutlet,wastransformedintoapassionofagonizedrage.
"ButI’mJohn!"heshouted."I’mJohn!"Andinhisfuriousmiseryheactuallycaughtherbytheshoulderandshookher.
Linda’seyesflutteredopen;shesawhim,knewhim–"John!"–butsituatedtherealface,therealandviolenthands,inanimaginaryworld–amongtheinwardandprivateequivalentsofpatchouliandtheSuper-Wurlitzer,amongthetransfiguredmemoriesandthestrangelytransposedsensationsthatconstitutedtheuniverseofherdream.SheknewhimforJohn,herson,butfanciedhimanintruderintothatparadisalMalpaiswhereshehadbeenspendinghersoma-holidaywithPopé.HewasangrybecauseshelikedPopé,hewasshakingherbecausePopéwasthereinthebed–asthoughthereweresomethingwrong,asthoughallcivilizedpeopledidn’tdothesame."Everyonebelongstoevery..."Hervoicesuddenlydiedintoanalmostinaudiblebreathlesscroaking.Hermouthfellopen:shemadeadesperateefforttofillherlungswithair.Butitwasasthoughshehadforgottenhowtobreathe.Shetriedtocryout–butnosoundcame;onlytheterrorofherstaringeyesrevealedwhatshewassuffering.Herhandswenttoherthroat,thenclawedattheair–theairshecouldnolongerbreathe,theairthat,forher,hadceasedtoexist.
TheSavagewasonhisfeet,bentoverher."Whatisit,Linda?Whatisit?"Hisvoicewasimploring;itwasasthoughhewerebeggingtobereassured.