Brave New World

propeller in front of them began to revolve. The wind of a horizontal speed whistledever more shrilly in the stays. Henry kept his eye on the revolution-counter; whenthe needle touched the twelve hundred mark, he threw the helicopter screws out ofgear. The machine had enough forward momentum to be able to fly on its planes.Lenina looked down through the window in the floor between her feet. They wereflying over the six kilometre zone of park-land that separated Central London fromits first ring of satellite suburbs. The green was maggoty with fore-shortened life.Forests of Centrifugal Bumble-puppy towers gleamed between the trees. NearShepherd's Bush two thousand Beta-Minus mixed doubles were playingRiemann-surface tennis. A double row of Escalator Fives Courts lined the main roadfrom Notting Hill to Willesden. In the Ealing stadium a Delta gymnastic display andcommunity sing was in progress."What a hideous colour khaki is," remarked Lenina, voicing the hypnopædicprejudices of her caste.The buildings of the Hounslow Feely Studio covered seven and a half hectares. Nearthem a black and khaki army of labourers was busy revitrifying the surface of theGreat West Road. One of the huge travelling crucibles was being tapped as they flewover. The molten stone poured out in a stream of dazzling incandescence acrossthe road, the asbestos rollers came and went; at the tail of an insulated wateringcart the steam rose in white clouds.At Brentford the Television Corporation's factory was like a small town."They must be changing the shift," said Lenina.Like aphides and ants, the leaf-green Gamma girls, the black Semi-Moronsswarmed round the entrances, or stood in queues to take their places in themonorail tram-cars. Mulberry-coloured Beta-Minuses came and went among thecrowd. The roof of the main building was alive with the alighting and departure ofhelicopters."My word," said Lenina, "I'm glad I'm not a Gamma."Ten minutes later they were at Stoke Poges and had started their first round ofObstacle Golf.§ 2WITH eyes for the most part downcast and, if ever they lighted on a fellow creature,at once and furtively averted, Bernard hastened across the roof. He was like a manpursued, but pursued by enemies he does not wish to see, lest they should seemmore hostile even than he had supposed, and he himself be made to feel guiltierand even more helplessly alone."That horrible Benito Hoover!" And yet the man had meant well enough. Which onlymade it, in a way, much worse. Those who meant well behaved in the same way asthose who meant badly. Even Lenina was making him suffer. He remembered thoseweeks of timid indecision, during which he had looked and longed and despaired ofever having the courage to ask her. Dared he face the risk of being humiliated by acontemptuous refusal? But if she were to say yes, what rapture! Well, now she hadsaid it and he was still wretched–wretched that she should have thought it such aperfect afternoon for Obstacle Golf, that she should have trotted away to join HenryFoster, that she should have found him funny for not wanting to talk of their mostprivate affairs in public. Wretched, in a word, because she had behaved as anyhealthy and virtuous English girl ought to behave and not in some other, abnormal,extraordinary way.He opened the door of his lock-up and called to a lounging couple of Delta-Minusattendants to come and push his machine out on to the roof. The hangars werestaffed by a single Bokanovsky Group, and the men were twins, identically small,black and hideous. Bernard gave his orders in the sharp, rather arrogant and even