О дивный новый мир

           Rumblingandhissing,eightyvibro?vacuummassagemachinesweresimultaneouslykneadingandsuckingthefirmandsunburntfleshofeightysuperbfemalespecimens.Everyonewastalkingatthetopofhervoice.ASyntheticMusicmachinewaswarblingoutasuper-cornetsolo.

           "Hullo,Fanny,"saidLeninatotheyoungwomanwhohadthepegsandlockernexttohers.

           FannyworkedintheBottlingRoom,andhersurnamewasalsoCrowne.Butasthetwothousandmillioninhabitantsoftheplanthadonlytenthousandnamesbetweenthem,thecoincidencewasnotparticularlysurprising.

           Leninapulledatherzippers-downwardsonthejacket,downwardswithadouble-handedgestureatthetwothatheldtrousers,downwardsagaintoloosenherundergarment.Stillwearinghershoesandstockings,shewalkedofftowardsthebathrooms.

           Home,home–afewsmallrooms,stiflinglyover-inhabitedbyaman,byaperiodicallyteemingwoman,byarabbleofboysandgirlsofallages.Noair,nospace;anundersterilizedprison;darkness,disease,andsmells.

           (TheController’sevocationwassovividthatoneoftheboys,moresensitivethantherest,turnedpaleatthemeredescriptionandwasonthepointofbeingsick.)

           Leninagotoutofthebath,toweledherselfdry,tookholdofalongflexibletubepluggedintothewall,presentedthenozzletoherbreast,asthoughshemeanttocommitsuicide,presseddownthetrigger.Ablastofwarmedairdustedherwiththefinesttalcumpowder.Eightdifferentscentsandeau-de-Colognewerelaidoninlittletapsoverthewash-basin.