О дивный новый мир

           Peoplestillwentontalkingabouttruthandbeautyasthoughtheywerethesovereigngoods.RightuptothetimeoftheNineYears’War.Thatmadethemchangetheirtuneallright.What’sthepointoftruthorbeautyorknowledgewhentheanthraxbombsarepoppingallaroundyou?Thatwaswhensciencefirstbegantobecontrolled–aftertheNineYears’War.Peoplewerereadytohaveeventheirappetitescontrolledthen.Anythingforaquietlife.We’vegoneoncontrollingeversince.Ithasn’tbeenverygoodfortruth,ofcourse.Butit’sbeenverygoodforhappiness.Onecan’thavesomethingfornothing.Happinesshasgottobepaidfor.You’repayingforit,Mr.Watson–payingbecauseyouhappentobetoomuchinterestedinbeauty.Iwastoomuchinterestedintruth;Ipaidtoo."

           "Butyoudidn’tgotoanisland,"saidtheSavage,breakingalongsilence.

           TheControllersmiled."That’showIpaid.Bychoosingtoservehappiness.Otherpeople’s–notmine.It’slucky,"headded,afterapause,"thattherearesuchalotofislandsintheworld.Idon’tknowwhatweshoulddowithoutthem.Putyouallinthelethalchamber,Isuppose.Bytheway,Mr.Watson,wouldyoulikeatropicalclimate?TheMarquesas,forexample;orSamoa?Orsomethingrathermorebracing?"

           Helmholtzrosefromhispneumaticchair."Ishouldlikeathoroughlybadclimate,"heanswered."Ibelieveonewouldwritebetteriftheclimatewerebad.Iftherewerealotofwindandstorms,forexample..."

           TheControllernoddedhisapprobation