О дивный новый мир

           Thelookshegavehimwaschargedwithanunspeakableterror–withterrorand,itseemedtohim,reproach.

           Shetriedtoraiseherselfinbed,butfellbackontothepillows.Herfacewashorriblydistorted,herlipsblue.

           TheSavageturnedandranuptheward.

           "Quick,quick!"heshouted."Quick!"

           Standinginthecentreofaringofzipper-huntingtwins,theHeadNurselookedround.Thefirstmoment’sastonishmentgaveplacealmostinstantlytodisapproval."Don’tshout!Thinkofthelittleones,"shesaid,frowning."Youmightdecondition...Butwhatareyoudoing?"Hehadbrokenthroughthering."Becareful!"Achildwasyelling.

           "Quick,quick!"Hecaughtherbythesleeve,draggedherafterhim."Quick!Something’shappened.I’vekilledher."

           BythetimetheywerebackattheendofthewardLindawasdead.

           TheSavagestoodforamomentinfrozensilence,thenfellonhiskneesbesidethebedand,coveringhisfacewithhishands,sobbeduncontrollably.

           Thenursestoodirresolute,lookingnowatthekneelingfigurebythebed(thescandalousexhibition!)andnow(poorchildren!)atthetwinswhohadstoppedtheirhuntingofthezipperandwerestaringfromtheotherendoftheward,staringwithalltheireyesandnostrilsattheshockingscenethatwasbeingenactedroundBed20.