О дивный новый мир

           Hehadsworntoremember,hehadswornunceasinglytomakeamends.Andtherewashe,sittinghappilyoverhisbow-stave,singing,actuallysinging....

           Hewentindoors,openedtheboxofmustard,andputsomewatertoboilonthefire.

           Halfanhourlater,threeDelta-MinuslandworkersfromoneofthePuttenhamBokanovskyGroupshappenedtobedrivingtoElsteadand,atthetopofthehill,wereastonishedtoseeayoungmanstanding0utsidetheabandonedlighthousestrippedtothewaistandhittinghimselfwithawhipofknottedcords.Hisbackwashorizontallystreakedwithcrimson,andfromwealtowealranthintricklesofblood.Thedriverofthelorrypulledupatthesideoftheroadand,withhistwocompanions,staredopen-mouthedattheextraordinaryspectacle.One,twothree–theycountedthestrokes.Aftertheeighth,theyoungmaninterruptedhisself-punishmenttoruntothewood’sedgeandtherebeviolentlysick.Whenhehadfinished,hepickedupthewhipandbeganhittinghimselfagain.Nine,ten,eleven,twelve...

           "Ford!"whisperedthedriver.Andhistwinswereofthesameopinion.

           "Fordey!"theysaid.

           Threedayslater,liketurkeybuzzardssettlingonacorpse,thereporterscame.

           Driedandhardenedoveraslowfireofgreenwood,thebowwasready.TheSavagewasbusyonhisarrows.Thirtyhazelstickshadbeenwhittledanddried,tippedwithsharpnails,carefullynocked.HehadmadearaidonenightonthePuttenhampoultryfarm,andnowhadfeathersenoughtoequipawholearmoury.