О дивный новый мир

           "GoodoldSavage!Hurrah,hurrah!"Andthroughthebabelheheardcriesof:"Whip,whip,thewhip!"

           Actingontheword’ssuggestion,heseizedthebunchofknottedcordsfromitsnailbehindthedoorandshookitathistormentors.

           Therewasayellofironicalapplause.

           Menacinglyheadvancedtowardsthem.Awomancriedoutinfear.Thelinewaveredatitsmostimmediatelythreatenedpoint,thenstiffenedagain,stoodfirm.TheconsciousnessofbeinginoverwhelmingforcehadgiventhesesightseersacouragewhichtheSavagehadnotexpectedofthem.Takenaback,hehaltedandlookedround.

           "Whydon’tyouleavemealone?"Therewasanalmostplaintivenoteinhisanger.

           "Haveafewmagnesium-saltedalmonds!"saidthemanwho,iftheSavageweretoadvance,wouldbethefirsttobeattacked.Heheldoutapacket."They’rereallyverygood,youknow,"headded,witharathernervoussmileofpropitiation."Andthemagnesiumsaltswillhelptokeepyouyoung."

           TheSavageignoredhisoffer."Whatdoyouwantwithme?"heasked,turningfromonegrinningfacetoanother."Whatdoyouwantwithme?"

           "Thewhip,"answeredahundredvoicesconfusedly."Dothewhippingstunt.Let’sseethewhippingstunt."

           Then,inunisonandonaslow,heavyrhythm,"We-want?thewhip,"shoutedagroupattheendoftheline."We–want–thewhip."