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           AbovewerethesearchlaboratoriesandthepaddedroomsinwhichSound-TrackWritersandSyntheticComposersdidthedelicatework.ThetopeighteenfloorswereoccupiedtheCollegeofEmotionalEngineering.

           BernardlandedontheroofofPropagandaHouseandsteppedout.

           "RingdowntoMr.HelmholtzWatson,"heorderedtheGamma-Plusporter,"andtellhimthatMr.BernardMarxiswaitingforhimontheroof."

           Hesatdownandlitacigarette.

           HelmholtzWatsonwaswritingwhenthemessagecamedown.

           "TellhimI’mcomingatonce,"hesaidandhungupthereceiver.Then,turningtohissecretary,"I’llleaveyoutoputmythingsaway,"hewentoninthesameofficialandimpersonaltone;and,ignoringherlustroussmile,gotupandwalkedbrisklytothedoor.

           Hewasapowerfullybuiltman,deep-chested,broad-shouldered,massive,andyetquickinhismovements,springyandagile.Theroundstrongpillarofhisnecksupportedabeautifullyshapedhead.Hishairwasdarkandcurly,hisfeaturesstronglymarked.Inaforcibleemphaticway,hewashandsomeandlooked,ashissecretarywasnevertiredofrepeating,everycentimetreanAlphaPlus.ByprofessionhewasalecturerattheCollegeofEmotionalEngineering(DepartmentofWriting)andtheintervalsofhiseducationalactivities,aworkingEmotionalEngineer.HewroteregularlyforTheHourlyRadio,composedfeelyscenarios,andhadthehappiestknackforslogansandhypnopædicrhymes.

           "Able,"wastheverdictofhissuperiors.