О дивный новый мир

           Thenabellrang,andfromtheceilingoftheliftaloudspeakerbegan,verysoftlyandyetveryimperiously,toissueitscommands.

           "Godown,"itsaid,"godown.FloorEighteen.Godown,godown.FloorEighteen.Godown,go..."

           Theliftmanslammedthegates,touchedabuttonandinstantlydroppedbackintothedroningtwilightofthewell,thetwilightofhisownhabitualstupor.

           Itwaswarmandbrightontheroof.Thesummerafternoonwasdrowsywiththehumofpassinghelicopters;andthedeeperdroneoftherocket-planeshastening,invisible,throughthebrightskyfiveorsixmilesoverheadwaslikeacaressonthesoftair.BernardMarxdrewadeepbreath.HelookedupintotheskyandroundthebluehorizonandfinallydownintoLenina’sface.

           "Isn’titbeautiful!"Hisvoicetrembledalittle.

           Shesmiledathimwithanexpressionofthemostsympatheticunderstanding."SimplyperfectforObstacleGolf,"sheansweredrapturously."AndnowImustfly,Bernard.HenrygetscrossifIkeephimwaiting.Letmeknowingoodtimeaboutthedate."Andwavingherhandsheranawayacrossthewideflatrooftowardsthehangars.Bernardstoodwatchingtheretreatingtwinkleofthewhitestockings,thesunburntkneesvivaciouslybendingandunbendingagain,again,andthesofterrollingofthosewell-fittedcorduroyshortsbeneaththebottlegreenjacket.Hisfaceworeanexpressionofpain.

           "Ishouldsayshewaspretty,"saidaloudandcheeryvoicejustbehindhim.

           Bernardstartedandlookedaround.