О дивный новый мир

           "Yes,he’scoming,Ihearhim."FifiBradlaughandTomKawaguchirosesimultaneouslytotheirfeet.

           "Oh,oh,oh!"Joannainarticulatelytestified.

           "He’scoming!"yelledJimBokanovsky.

           ThePresidentleanedforwardand,withatouch,releasedadeliriumofcymbalsandblownbrass,afeveroftom?tomming.

           "Oh,he’scoming!"screamedClaraDeterding."Aie!"anditwasasthoughshewerehavingherthroatcut.

           Feelingthatitwastimeforhimtodosomething,Bernardalsojumpedupandshouted:"Ihearhim;He’scoming."Butitwasn’ttrue.Heheardnothingand,forhim,nobodywascoming.Nobody–inspiteofthemusic,inspiteofthemountingexcitement.Buthewavedhisarms,heshoutedwiththebestofthem;andwhentheothersbegantojigandstampandshuffle,healsojiggedandshuffled.

           Roundtheywent,acircularprocessionofdancers,eachwithhandsonthehipsofthedancerpreceding,roundandround,shoutinginunison,stampingtotherhythmofthemusicwiththeirfeet,beatingit,beatingitoutwithhandsonthebuttocksinfront;twelvepairsofhandsbeatingasone;asone,twelvebuttocksslabbilyresounding.Twelveasone,twelveasone."IhearHim,IhearHimcoming."Themusicquickened;fasterbeatthefeet,faster,fasterfelltherhythmichands.Andallatonceagreatsyntheticbassboomedoutthewordswhichannouncedtheapproachingatonementandfinalconsummationofsolidarity,thecomingoftheTwelve-in-One,theincarnationoftheGreaterBeing.