О дивный новый мир

           "Orgy-porgy,"itsang,whilethetom-tomscontinuedtobeattheirfeverishtattoo:

           "Orgy-porgy,Fordandfun,

           KissthegirlsandmakethemOne.

           BoysatOnewithgirlsatpeace;Orgy-porgygivesrelease."

           "Orgy-porgy,"thedancerscaughtuptheliturgicalrefrain,"Orgy-porgy,Fordandfun,kissthegirls..."Andastheysang,thelightsbeganslowlytofade–tofadeandatthesametimetogrowwarmer,richer,redder,untilatlasttheyweredancinginthecrimsontwilightofanEmbryoStore."Orgy-porgy..."Intheirblood-colouredandfoetaldarknessthedancerscontinuedforawhiletocirculate,tobeatandbeatouttheindefatigablerhythm."Orgy?porgy..."Thenthecirclewavered,broke,fellinpartialdisintegrationontheringofcoucheswhichsurrounded–circleenclosingcircle–thetableanditsplanetarychairs."Orgy-porgy..."TenderlythedeepVoicecroonedandcooed;intheredtwilightitwasasthoughsomeenormousnegrodovewerehoveringbenevolentlyoverthenowproneorsupinedancers.

           Theywerestandingontheroof;BigHenryhadjustsungeleven.Thenightwascalmandwarm.

           "Wasn’titwonderful?"saidFifiBradlaugh."Wasn’titsimplywonderful?"ShelookedatBernardwithanexpressionofrapture,butofraptureinwhichtherewasnotraceofagitationorexcitement–fortobeexcitedisstilltobeunsatisfied.Herswasthecalmecstasyofachievedconsummation,thepeace,notofmerevacantsatietyandnothingness,butofbalancedlife,ofenergiesatrestandinequilibrium.Arichandlivingpeace