О дивный новый мир

           Helmholtzshruggedhisshoulders."Buttheygosuchalittleway.Theyaren’timportantenough,somehow.IfeelIcoulddosomethingmuchmoreimportant.Yes,andmoreintense,moreviolent.Butwhat?Whatistheremoreimportanttosay?Andhowcanonebeviolentaboutthesortofthingsone’sexpectedtowriteabout?WordscanbelikeX-rays,ifyouusethemproperly–they’llgothroughanything.Youreadandyou’repierced.That’soneofthethingsItrytoteachmystudents–howtowritepiercingly.Butwhatonearth’sthegoodofbeingpiercedbyanarticleaboutaCommunitySing,orthelatestimprovementinscentorgans?Besides,canyoumakewordsreallypiercing–youknow,liketheveryhardestX-rays–whenyou’rewritingaboutthatsortofthing?Canyousaysomethingaboutnothing?That’swhatitfinallyboilsdownto.ItryandItry..."

           "Hush!"saidBernardsuddenly,andliftedawarningfinger;theylistened."Ibelievethere’ssomebodyatthedoor,"hewhispered.

           Helmholtzgotup,tiptoedacrosstheroom,andwithasharpquickmovementflungthedoorwideopen.Therewas,ofcourse,nobodythere.

           "I’msorry,"saidBernard,feelingandlookinguncomfortablyfoolish."IsupposeI’vegotthingsonmynervesabit.Whenpeoplearesuspiciouswithyou,youstartbeingsuspiciouswiththem."

           Hepassedhishandacrosshiseyes,hesighed,hisvoicebecameplaintive.Hewasjustifyinghimself