О дивный новый мир

           Therewasasuddenexplosivesunrise,andsimultaneously,theSixteenburstintosong:

           "Bottleofmine,it’syouI’vealwayswanted!

           Bottleofmine,whywasIeverdecanted?

           Skiesareblueinsideofyou,

           Theweather’salwaysfine;

           For

           Thereain’tnoBottleinalltheworld

           LikethatdearlittleBottleofmine."

           Five-steppingwiththeotherfourhundredroundandroundWestminsterAbbey,LeninaandHenrywereyetdancinginanotherworld–thewarm,therichlycoloured,theinfinitelyfriendlyworldofsoma-holiday.Howkind,howgood-looking,howdelightfullyamusingeveryonewas!"Bottleofmine,it’syouI’vealwayswanted..."ButLeninaandHenryhadwhattheywanted...Theywereinside,hereandnow-safelyinsidewiththefineweather,theperenniallybluesky.Andwhen,exhausted,theSixteenhadlaidbytheirsaxophonesandtheSyntheticMusicapparatuswasproducingtheverylatestinslowMalthusianBlues,theymighthavebeentwinembryosgentlyrockingtogetheronthewavesofabottledoceanofblood-surrogate.

           "Good-night,dearfriends.Good-night,dearfriends."Theloudspeakersveiledtheircommandsinagenialandmusicalpoliteness."Good-night,dearfriends..."

           Obediently,withalltheothers,LeninaandHenryleftthebuilding.Thedepressingstarshadtravelledquitesomewayacrosstheheavens.Butthoughtheseparatingscreenofthesky-signshadnowtoagreatextentdissolved,thetwoyoungpeoplestillretainedtheirhappyignoranceofthenight.