О дивный новый мир

           OneoftheTen...andhesatdownonthebenchwiththeD.H.C.,hewasgoingtostay,tostay,yes,andactuallytalktothem...straightfromthehorse’smouth.StraightfromthemouthofFordhimself.

           Twoshrimp-brownchildrenemergedfromaneighbouringshrubbery,staredatthemforamomentwithlarge,astonishedeyes,thenreturnedtotheiramusementsamongtheleaves.

           "Youallremember,"saidtheController,inhisstrongdeepvoice,"youallremember,Isuppose,thatbeautifulandinspiredsayingofOurFord’s:Historyisbunk.History,"herepeatedslowly,"isbunk."

           Hewavedhishand;anditwasasthough,withaninvisiblefeatherwisk,hehadbrushedawayalittledust,andthedustwasHarappa,wasUroftheChaldees;somespider-webs,andtheywereThebesandBabylonandCnossosandMycenae.Whisk.Whisk–andwherewasOdysseus,wherewasJob,wherewereJupiterandGotamaandJesus?Whisk–andthosespecksofantiquedirtcalledAthensandRome,JerusalemandtheMiddleKingdom–allweregone.Whisk–theplacewhereItalyhadbeenwasempty.Whisk,thecathedrals;whisk,whisk,KingLearandtheThoughtsofPascal.Whisk,Passion;whisk,Requiem;whisk,Symphony;whisk...

           "GoingtotheFeeliesthisevening,Henry?"enquiredtheAssistantPredestinator."IhearthenewoneattheAlhambraisfirst-rate.There’salovesceneonabearskinrug;theysayit’smarvellous.Everyhairofthebearreproduced.Themostamazingtactualeffects."

           "That’swhyyou’retaughtnohistory,"theControllerwassaying."Butnowthetimehascome..."