О дивный новый мир

           "AfellowIknowattheParkLaneHospital,"saidHelmholtz."TheSavageisthere.Seemstohavegonemad.Anyhow,it’surgent.Willyoucomewithme?"

           Togethertheyhurriedalongthecorridortothelifts.

           "Butdoyoulikebeingslaves?"theSavagewassayingastheyenteredtheHospital.Hisfacewasflushed,hiseyesbrightwithardourandindignation."Doyoulikebeingbabies?Yes,babies.Mewlingandpuking,"headded,exasperatedbytheirbestialstupidityintothrowinginsultsatthosehehadcometosave.Theinsultsbouncedofftheircarapaceofthickstupidity;theystaredathimwithablankexpressionofdullandsullenresentmentintheireyes."Yes,puking!"hefairlyshouted.Griefandremorse,compassionandduty–allwereforgottennowand,asitwere,absorbedintoanintenseoverpoweringhatredoftheselessthanhumanmonsters."Don’tyouwanttobefreeandmen?Don’tyouevenunderstandwhatmanhoodandfreedomare?"Ragewasmakinghimfluent;thewordscameeasily,inarush."Don’tyou?"herepeated,butgotnoanswertohisquestion."Verywellthen,"hewentongrimly."I’llteachyou;I’llmakeyoubefreewhetheryouwanttoornot."AndpushingopenawindowthatlookedontotheinnercourtoftheHospital,hebegantothrowthelittlepill-boxesofsomatabletsinhandfulsoutintothearea.

           Foramomentthekhakimobwassilent,petrified,atthespectacleofthiswantonsacrilege,withamazementandhorror.

           "He’smad,"whisperedBernard,staringwithwideopeneyes.