"Damn you, damn you!" shouted Bernard Marx."Hoity-toity.""Gonadal hormones, transfusion of young blood, magnesium salts …""And do remember that a gramme is better than a damn." They went out, laughing."All the physiological stigmata of old age have been abolished. And along withthem, of course …""Don't forget to ask him about that Malthusian belt," said Fanny."Along with them all the old man's mental peculiarities. Characters remain constantthroughout a whole lifetime.""… two rounds of Obstacle Golf to get through before dark. I must fly.""Work, play–at sixty our powers and tastes are what they were at seventeen. Oldmen in the bad old days used to renounce, retire, take to religion, spend their timereading, thinking–thinking!""Idiots, swine!" Bernard Marx was saying to himself, as he walked down the corridorto the lift."Now–such is progress–the old men work, the old men copulate, the old men haveno time, no leisure from pleasure, not a moment to sit down and think–or if ever bysome unlucky chance such a crevice of time shoud yawn in the solid substance oftheir distractions, there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for ahalf-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeousEast, three for a dark eternity on the moon; returning whence they find themselveson the other side of the crevice, safe on the solid ground of daily labour anddistraction, scampering from feely to feely, from girl to pneumatic girl, fromElectromagnetic Golf course to …""Go away, little girl," shouted the D.H.C. angrily. "Go away, little boy! Can't you seethat his fordship's busy? Go and do your erotic play somewhere else.""Suffer little children," said the Controller.Slowly, majestically, with a faint humming of machinery, the Conveyors movedforward, thirty-three centimters an hour. In the red darkness glinted innumerablerubies.Chapter FourTHE LIFT was crowded with men from the Alpha Changing Rooms, and Lenina's entrywars greeted by many friendly nods and smiles. She was a popular girl and, at onetime or another, had spent a night with almost all of them.They were dear boys, she thought, as she returned their salutations. Charming
oys! Still, she did wish that George Edzel's ears weren't quite so big (perhaps he'dbeen given just a spot too much parathyroid at Metre 328?). And looking at BenitoHoover, she couldn't help remembering that he was really too hairy when he took hisclothes off.Turning, with eyes a little saddened by the recollection, of Benito's curly blackness,she saw in a corner the small thin body, the melancholy face of Bernard Marx."Bernard!" she stepped up to him. "I was looking for you." Her voice rang clearabove the hum of the mounting lift. The others looked round curiously. "I wanted totalk to you about our <strong>New</strong> Mexico plan." Out of the tail of her eye she could seeBenito Hoover gaping with astonishment. The gape annoyed her. "Surprised Ishouldn't be begging to go with him again!" she said to herself. Then aloud, andmore warmly than ever, "I'd simply love to come with you for a week in July," shewent on. (Anyhow, she was publicly proving her unfaithfulness to Henry. Fanny oughtto be pleased, even though it was Bernard.) "That is," Lenina gave him her mostdeliciously significant smile, "if you still want to have me."Bernard's pale face flushed. "What on earth for?" she wondered, astonished, but atthe same time touched by this strange tribute to her power."Hadn't we better talk about it somewhere else?" he stammered, looking horriblyuncomfortable."As though I'd been saying something shocking," thought Lenina. "He couldn't lookmore upset if I'd made a dirty joke–asked him who his mother was, or somethinglike that.""I mean, with all these people about …" He was choked with confusion.Lenina's laugh was frank and wholly unmalicious. "How funny you are!" she said;and she quite genuinely did think him funny. "You'll give me at least a week'swarning, won't you," she went on in another tone. "I suppose we take the BluePacific Rocket? Does it start from the Charing-T Tower? Or is it from Hampstead?"Before Bernard could answer, the lift came to a standstill."Roof!" called a creaking voice.The liftman was a small simian creature, dressed in the black tunic of anEpsilon-Minus Semi-Moron."Roof!"He flung open the gates. The warm glory of afternoon sunlight made him start andblink his eyes. "Oh, roof!" he repeated in a voice of rapture. He was as thoughsuddenly and joyfully awakened from a dark annihilating stupor. "Roof!"He smiled up with a kind of doggily expectant adoration into the faces of hispassengers. Talking and laughing together, they stepped out into the light. Theliftman looked after them."Roof?" he said once more, questioningly.Then a bell rang, and from the ceiling of the lift a loud speaker began, very softlyand yet very imperiously, to issue its commands."Go down," it said, "go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Godown, go …"The liftman slammed the gates, touched a button and instantly dropped back intothe droning twilight of the well, the twilight of his own habitual stupor.It was warm and bright on the roof. The summer afternoon was drowsy with the hum
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