О дивный новый мир

           Inahundredandfiftyweeksthereareoncemoreonlyathousandmillions;athousandthousandthousandmenandwomenhavestarvedtodeath.

           Wheelsmustturnsteadily,butcannotturnuntended.Theremustbementotendthem,menassteadyasthewheelsupontheiraxles,sanemen,obedientmen,stableincontentment.

           Crying:Mybaby,mymother,myonly,onlylovegroaning:Mysin,myterribleGod;screamingwithpain,mutteringwithfever,bemoaningoldageandpoverty–howcantheytendthewheels?Andiftheycannottendthewheels...Thecorpsesofathousandthousandthousandmenandwomenwouldbehardtoburyorburn.

           "Andafterall,"Fanny’stonewascoaxing,"it’snotasthoughtherewereanythingpainfulordisagreeableabouthavingoneortwomenbesidesHenry.Andseeingthatyououghttobealittlemorepromiscuous..."

           "Stability,"insistedtheController,"stability.Theprimalandtheultimateneed.Stability.Henceallthis."

           Withawaveofhishandheindicatedthegardens,thehugebuildingoftheConditioningCentre,thenakedchildrenfurtiveintheundergrowthorrunningacrossthelawns.

           Leninashookherhead."Somehow,"shemused,"Ihadn’tbeenfeelingverykeenonpromiscuitylately.Therearetimeswhenonedoesn’t.Haven’tyoufoundthattoo,Fanny?"

           Fannynoddedhersympathyandunderstanding."Butone’sgottomaketheeffort,"shesaid,sententiously,"one’sgottoplaythegame.Afterall,everyonebelongstoeveryoneelse.