О дивный новый мир

           Heshouted"Help!"severaltimes,moreandmoreloudlysoastogivehimselftheillusionofhelping."Help!Help!HELP!"

           Thepolicemenpushedhimoutofthewayandgotonwiththeirwork.Threemenwithsprayingmachinesbuckledtotheirshoulderspumpedthickcloudsofsomavapourintotheair.TwomorewerebusyroundtheportableSyntheticMusicBox.Carryingwaterpistolschargedwithapowerfulanæsthetic,fourothershadpushedtheirwayintothecrowdandweremethodicallylayingout,squirtbysquirt,themoreferociousofthefighters.

           "Quick,quick!"yelledBernard."They’llbekilledifyoudon’thurry.They’ll...Oh!"Annoyedbyhischatter,oneofthepolicemenhadgivenhimashotfromhiswaterpistol.Bernardstoodforasecondortwowamblingunsteadilyonlegsthatseemedtohavelosttheirbones,theirtendons,theirmuscles,tohavebecomemeresticksofjelly,andatlastnotevenjelly-water:hetumbledinaheaponthefloor.

           Suddenly,fromoutoftheSyntheticMusicBoxaVoicebegantospeak.TheVoiceofReason,theVoiceofGoodFeeling.Thesound-trackrollwasunwindingitselfinSyntheticAnti-RiotSpeechNumberTwo(MediumStrength).Straightfromthedepthsofanon-existentheart,"Myfriends,myfriends!"saidtheVoicesopathetically,withanoteofsuchinfinitelytenderreproachthat,behindtheirgasmasks,eventhepolicemen’seyesweremomentarilydimmedwithtears,"whatisthemeaningofthis?Whyaren’tyouallbeinghappyandgoodtogether?Happyandgood,"theVoicerepeated.