О дивный новый мир

           ThechubbyredfaceofBenitoHooverwasbeamingdownathim–beamingwithmanifestcordiality.Benitowasnotoriouslygood-natured.Peoplesaidofhimthathecouldhavegotthroughlifewithoutevertouchingsoma.Themaliceandbadtempersfromwhichotherpeoplehadtotakeholidaysneverafflictedhim.RealityforBenitowasalwayssunny.

           "Pneumatictoo.Andhow!"Then,inanothertone:"But,Isay,"hewenton,"youdolookglum!Whatyouneedisagrammeofsoma."Divingintohisright-handtrouser-pocket,Benitoproducedaphial."Onecubiccentimetrecurestengloomy...But,Isay!"

           Bernardhadsuddenlyturnedandrushedaway.

           Benitostaredafterhim."Whatcanbethematterwiththefellow?"hewondered,and,shakinghishead,decidedthatthestoryaboutthealcoholhavingbeenputintothepoorchap’sblood-surrogatemustbetrue."Touchedhisbrain,Isuppose."

           Heputawaythesomabottle,andtakingoutapacketofsex-hormonechewing-gum,stuffedaplugintohischeekandwalkedslowlyawaytowardsthehangars,ruminating.

           HenryFosterhadhadhismachinewheeledoutofitslock-upand,whenLeninaarrived,wasalreadyseatedinthecockpit,waiting.

           "Fourminuteslate,"wasallhiscomment,assheclimbedinbesidehim.Hestartedtheenginesandthrewthehelicopterscrewsintogear.Themachineshotverticallyintotheair.Henryaccelerated;thehummingofthepropellershrilledfromhornettowasp,fromwasptomosquito;thespeedometershowedthattheywererisingatthebestpartoftwokilometresaminute.