О дивный новый мир

           Londondiminishedbeneaththem.Thehugetable-toppedbuildingswerenomore,inafewseconds,thanabedofgeometricalmushroomssproutingfromthegreenofparkandgarden.Inthemidstofthem,thin-stalked,ataller,slendererfungus,theCharing-TTowerliftedtowardstheskyadiskofshiningconcrete.

           Likethevaguetorsosoffabulousathletes,hugefleshycloudslolledontheblueairabovetheirheads.Outofoneofthemsuddenlydroppedasmallscarletinsect,buzzingasitfell.

           "There’stheRedRocket,"saidHenry,"justcomeinfromNewYork."Lookingathiswatch."Sevenminutesbehindtime,"headded,andshookhishead."TheseAtlanticservices–they’rereallyscandalouslyunpunctual."

           Hetookhisfootofftheaccelerator.Thehummingofthescrewsoverheaddroppedanoctaveandahalf,backthroughwaspandhornettobumblebee,tocockchafer,tostag-beetle.Theupwardrushofthemachineslackenedoff;amomentlatertheywerehangingmotionlessintheair.Henrypushedatalever;therewasaclick.Slowlyatfirst,thenfasterandfaster,tillitwasacircularmistbeforetheireyes,thepropellerinfrontofthembegantorevolve.Thewindofahorizontalspeedwhistledevermoreshrillyinthestays.Henrykepthiseyeontherevolution-counter;whentheneedletouchedthetwelvehundredmark,hethrewthehelicopterscrewsoutofgear.Themachinehadenoughforwardmomentumtobeabletoflyonitsplanes.

           Leninalookeddownthroughthewindowinthefloorbetweenherfeet.