О дивный новый мир

           Itwasatworkuponthefeatheringofhisshaftsthatthefirstofthereportersfoundhim.Noiselessonhispneumaticshoes,themancameupbehindhim.

           "Good-morning,Mr.Savage,"hesaid."IamtherepresentativeofTheHourlyRadio."

           Startledasthoughbythebiteofasnake,theSavagesprangtohisfeet,scatteringarrows,feathers,glue-potandbrushinalldirections.

           "Ibegyourpardon,"saidthereporter,withgenuinecompunction."Ihadnointention..."Hetouchedhishat–thealuminumstove-pipehatinwhichhecarriedhiswirelessreceiverandtransmitter."Excusemynottakingitoff,"hesaid."It’sabitheavy.Well,asIwassaying,IamtherepresentativeofTheHourly..."

           "Whatdoyouwant?"askedtheSavage,scowling.Thereporterreturnedhismostingratiatingsmile.

           "Well,ofcourse,ourreaderswouldbeprofoundlyinterested..."Heputhisheadononeside,hissmilebecamealmostcoquettish."Justafewwordsfromyou,Mr.Savage."