О дивный новый мир

           Onthefringeofthelittlegroupstoodastranger–amanofmiddleheight,black-haired,withahookednose,fullredlips,eyesverypiercinganddark."Terrible,"herepeated.

           TheD.H.C.hadatthatmomentsatdownononeofthesteelandrubberbenchesconvenientlyscatteredthroughthegardens;butatthesightofthestranger,hesprangtohisfeetanddartedforward,hishandoutstretched,smilingwithallhisteeth,effusive.

           "Controller!Whatanunexpectedpleasure!Boys,whatareyouthinkingof?ThisistheController;thisishisfordship,MustaphaMond."

           InthefourthousandroomsoftheCentrethefourthousandelectricclockssimultaneouslystruckfour.Discarnatevoicescalledfromthetrumpetmouths.

           "MainDay-shiftoffduty.SecondDay-shifttakeover.MainDay-shiftoff..."

           Inthelift,ontheirwayuptothechangingrooms,HenryFosterandtheAssistantDirectorofPredestinationratherpointedlyturnedtheirbacksonBernardMarxfromthePsychologyBureau:avertedthemselvesfromthatunsavouryreputation.

           ThefainthumandrattleofmachinerystillstirredthecrimsonairintheEmbryoStore.Shiftsmightcomeandgo,onelupus-colouredfacegiveplacetoanother;majesticallyandforevertheconveyorscreptforwardwiththeirloadoffuturemenandwomen.

           LeninaCrownewalkedbrisklytowardsthedoor.

           HisfordshipMustaphaMond!Theeyesofthesalutingstudentsalmostpoppedoutoftheirheads.MustaphaMond!TheResidentControllerforWesternEurope!OneoftheTenWorldControllers.