О дивный новый мир

           Othersatoncetookupthecry,andthephrasewasrepeated,parrot-fashion,againandagain,withanever-growingvolumeofsound,until,bytheseventhoreighthreiteration,nootherwordwasbeingspoken."We–want–thewhip."

           Theywereallcryingtogether;and,intoxicatedbythenoise,theunanimity,thesenseofrhythmicalatonement,theymight,itseemed,havegoneonforhours-almostindefinitely.Butataboutthetwenty-fifthrepetitiontheproceedingswerestartlinglyinterrupted.YetanotherhelicopterhadarrivedfromacrosstheHog’sBack,hungpoisedabovethecrowd,thendroppedwithinafewyardsofwheretheSavagewasstanding,intheopenspacebetweenthelineofsightseersandthelighthouse.Theroaroftheairscrewsmomentarilydrownedtheshouting;then,asthemachinetouchedthegroundandtheengineswereturnedoff:"We–want–thewhip;we–want–thewhip,"brokeoutagaininthesameloud,insistentmonotone.

           Thedoorofthehelicopteropened,andoutstepped,firstafairandruddy-facedyoungman,then,ingreenvelveteenshorts,whiteshirt,andjockeycap,ayoungwoman.

           Atthesightoftheyoungwoman,theSavagestarted,recoiled,turnedpale.

           Theyoungwomanstood,smilingathim–anuncertain,imploring,almostabjectsmile.Thesecondspassed.Herlipsmoved,shewassayingsomething;butthesoundofhervoicewascoveredbytheloudreiteratedrefrainofthesightseers.