О дивный новый мир

           Hepencilledhisinitials–twosmallpalelettersabjectatthefeetofMustaphaMond–andwasabouttoreturnthepaperwithoutawordofcommentorgenialFord-speed,whenhiseyewascaughtbysomethingwritteninthebodyofthepermit.

           "FortheNewMexicanReservation?"hesaid,andhistone,thefaceheliftedtoBernard,expressedakindofagitatedastonishment.

           Surprisedbyhissurprise,Bernardnodded.Therewasasilence.

           TheDirectorleanedbackinhischair,frowning."Howlongagowasit?"hesaid,speakingmoretohimselfthantoBernard."Twentyyears,Isuppose.Nearertwenty-five.Imusthavebeenyourage..."Hesighedandshookhishead.

           Bernardfeltextremelyuncomfortable.Amansoconventional,soscrupulouslycorrectastheDirector–andtocommitsogrossasolecism!ltmadehimwanttohidehisface,torunoutoftheroom.Notthathehimselfsawanythingintrinsicallyobjectionableinpeopletalkingabouttheremotepast;thatwasoneofthosehypnopædicprejudiceshehad(soheimagined)completelygotridof.WhatmadehimfeelshywastheknowledgethattheDirectordisapproved–disapprovedandyethadbeenbetrayedintodoingtheforbiddenthing.Underwhatinwardcompulsion?ThroughhisdiscomfortBernardeagerlylistened.

           "Ihadthesameideaasyou,"theDirectorwassaying."Wantedtohavealookatthesavages.GotapermitforNewMexicoandwentthereformysummerholiday.WiththegirlIwashavingatthemoment.ShewasaBeta-Minus,andIthink"(heshuthiseyes),"Ithinkshehadyellowhair.