О дивный новый мир

           Astheyflewoverthecrematorium,theplaneshotupwardsonthecolumnofhotairrisingfromthechimneys,onlytofallassuddenlywhenitpassedintothedescendingchillbeyond.

           "Whatamarvellousswitchback!"Leninalaugheddelightedly.

           ButHenry’stonewasalmost,foramoment,melancholy."Doyouknowwhatthatswitchbackwas?"hesaid."Itwassomehumanbeingfinallyanddefinitelydisappearing.Goingupinasquirtofhotgas.Itwouldbecurioustoknowwhoitwas–amanorawoman,anAlphaoranEpsilon...."Hesighed.Then,inaresolutelycheerfulvoice,"Anyhow,"heconcluded,"there’sonethingwecanbecertainof;whoeverhemayhavebeen,hewashappywhenhewasalive.Everybody’shappynow."

           "Yes,everybody’shappynow,"echoedLenina.Theyhadheardthewordsrepeatedahundredandfiftytimeseverynightfortwelveyears.

           LandingontheroofofHenry’sforty-storyapartmenthouseinWestminster,theywentstraightdowntothedining-hall.There,inaloudandcheerfulcompany,theyateanexcellentmeal.Somawasservedwiththecoffee.Leninatooktwohalf-grammetabletsandHenrythree.AttwentypastninetheywalkedacrossthestreettothenewlyopenedWestminsterAbbeyCabaret.Itwasanightalmostwithoutclouds,moonlessandstarry;butofthisonthewholedepressingfactLeninaandHenrywerefortunatelyunaware.Theelectricsky-signseffectivelyshutofftheouterdarkness."CALVINSTOPESANDHISSIXTEENSEXOPHONISTS."FromthefaçadeofthenewAbbeythegiantlettersinvitinglyglared.