О дивный новый мир

           Sojolly,"sherepeatedandsmiled,forallthepuzzledanxietyinhereyes,withwhatwasmeanttobeaninvitingandvoluptuouscajolery.

           Helookedatherinsilence,hisfaceunresponsiveandverygrave–lookedatherintently.AfterafewsecondsLenina’seyesflinchedaway;sheutteredanervouslittlelaugh,triedtothinkofsomethingtosayandcouldn’t.Thesilenceprolongeditself.

           WhenBernardspokeatlast,itwasinasmalltiredvoice."Allrightthen,"hesaid,"we’llgoback."Andsteppinghardontheaccelerator,hesentthemachinerocketingupintothesky.Atfourthousandhestartedhispropeller.Theyflewinsilenceforaminuteortwo.Then,suddenly,Bernardbegantolaugh.Ratheroddly,Leninathought,butstill,itwaslaughter.

           "Feelingbetter?"sheventuredtoask.

           Foranswer,heliftedonehandfromthecontrolsand,slippinghisarmaroundher,begantofondleherbreasts.

           "ThankFord,"shesaidtoherself,"he’sallrightagain."

           Halfanhourlatertheywerebackinhisrooms.Bernardswallowedfourtabletsofsomaatagulp,turnedontheradioandtelevisionandbegantoundress.

           "Well,"Leninaenquired,withsignificantarchnesswhentheymetnextafternoonontheroof,"didyouthinkitwasfunyesterday?"

           Bernardnodded.Theyclimbedintotheplane.Alittlejolt,andtheywereoff.

           "EveryonesaysI’mawfullypneumatic,"saidLeninareflectively,pattingherownlegs.

           "Awfully."ButtherewasanexpressionofpaininBernard’seyes."Likemeat,"hewasthinking.