О дивный новый мир

           "Killit,killit!"

           Drawnbythefascinationofthehorrorofpainand,fromwithin,impelledbythathabitofcooperation,thatdesireforunanimityandatonement,whichtheirconditioninghadsoineradicablyimplantedinthem,theybegantomimethefrenzyofhisgestures,strikingatoneanotherastheSavagestruckathisownrebelliousflesh,oratthatplumpincarnationofturpitudewrithingintheheatherathisfeet.

           "Killit,killit,killit..."TheSavagewentonshouting.

           Thensuddenlysomebodystartedsinging"Orgy-porgy"and,inamoment,theyhadallcaughtuptherefrainand,singing,hadbeguntodance.Orgy-porgy,roundandroundandround,beatingoneanotherinsix-eighttime.Orgy-porgy...

           Itwasaftermidnightwhenthelastofthehelicopterstookitsflight.Stupefiedbysoma,andexhaustedbyalong-drawnfrenzyofsensuality,theSavagelaysleepingintheheather.Thesunwasalreadyhighwhenheawoke.Helayforamoment,blinkinginowlishincomprehensionatthelight;thensuddenlyremembered–everything.

           "Oh,myGod,myGod!"Hecoveredhiseyeswithhishand.

           ThateveningtheswarmofhelicoptersthatcamebuzzingacrosstheHog’sBackwasadarkcloudtenkilometreslong.Thedescriptionoflastnight’sorgyofatonementhadbeeninallthepapers.

           "Savage!"calledthefirstarrivals,astheyalightedfromtheirmachine."Mr.Savage!"

           Therewasnoanswer.

           Thedoorofthelighthousewasajar.Theypusheditopenandwalkedintoashutteredtwilight