О дивный новый мир

           Toogood–goodenoughtorealizethatallourscienceisjustacookerybook,withanorthodoxtheoryofcookingthatnobody’sallowedtoquestion,andalistofrecipesthatmustn’tbeaddedtoexceptbyspecialpermissionfromtheheadcook.I’mtheheadcooknow.ButIwasaninquisitiveyoungsculliononce.Istarteddoingabitofcookingonmyown.Unorthodoxcooking,illicitcooking.Abitofrealscience,infact."Hewassilent.

           "Whathappened?"askedHelmholtzWatson.

           TheControllersighed."Verynearlywhat’sgoingtohappentoyouyoungmen.Iwasonthepointofbeingsenttoanisland."

           ThewordsgalvanizedBernardintoviolentandunseemlyactivity."Sendmetoanisland?"Hejumpedup,ranacrosstheroom,andstoodgesticulatinginfrontoftheController."Youcan’tsendme.Ihaven’tdoneanything.ltwastheothers.Iswearitwastheothers."HepointedaccusinglytoHelmholtzandtheSavage."Oh,pleasedon’tsendmetoIceland.IpromiseI’lldowhatIoughttodo.Givemeanotherchance.Pleasegivemeanotherchance."Thetearsbegantoflow."Itellyou,it’stheirfault,"hesobbed."AndnottoIceland.Ohplease,yourfordship,please..."AndinaparoxysmofabjectionhethrewhimselfonhiskneesbeforetheController.MustaphaMondtriedtomakehimgetup;butBernardpersistedinhisgrovelling;thestreamofwordspouredoutinexhaustibly.IntheendtheControllerhadtoringforhisfourthsecretary.

           "Bringthreemen,"heordered,"andtakeMr.Marxintoabedroom.