О дивный новый мир

           Shouldshespeaktohim?trytobringhimbacktoasenseofdecency?remindhimofwherehewas?ofwhatfatalmischiefhemightdotothesepoorinnocents?Undoingalltheirwholesomedeath-conditioningwiththisdisgustingoutcry–asthoughdeathweresomethingterrible,asthoughanyonematteredasmuchasallthat!Itmightgivethemthemostdisastrousideasaboutthesubject,mightupsetthemintoreactingintheentirelywrong,theutterlyanti-socialway.

           Shesteppedforward,shetouchedhimontheshoulder."Can’tyoubehave?"shesaidinalow,angryvoice.But,lookingaround,shesawthathalfadozentwinswerealreadyontheirfeetandadvancingdowntheward.Thecirclewasdisintegrating.Inanothermoment...No,theriskwastoogreat;thewholeGroupmightbeputbacksixorsevenmonthsinitsconditioning.Shehurriedbacktowardshermenacedcharges.

           "Now,whowantsachocolateéclair?"sheaskedinaloud,cheerfultone.

           "Me!"yelledtheentireBokanovskyGroupinchorus.Bed20wascompletelyforgotten.

           "Oh,God,God,God..."theSavagekeptrepeatingtohimself.Inthechaosofgriefandremorsethatfilledhisminditwastheonearticulateword."God!"hewhispereditaloud."God..."

           "Whateverishesaying?"saidavoice,verynear,distinctandshrillthroughthewarblingsoftheSuper-Wurlitzer.

           TheSavageviolentlystartedand,uncoveringhisface,lookedround