offensive tone of one who does not feel himself too secure in his superiority. Tohave dealings with members of the lower castes was always, for Bernard, a mostdistressing experience. For whatever the cause (and the current gossip about thealcohol in his blood-surrogate may very likely–for accidents will happen–have beentrue) Bernard's physique as hardly better than that of the average Gamma. Hestood eight centimetres short of the standard Alpha height and was slender inproportion. Contact with members of he lower castes always reminded him painfullyof this physical inadequacy. "I am I, and wish I wasn't"; his self-consciousness wasacute and stressing. Each time he found himself looking on the level, instead ofdownward, into a Delta's face, he felt humiliated. Would the creature treat him withthe respect due to his caste? The question haunted him. Not without reason. ForGammas, Deltas and Epsilons had been to some extent conditioned to associatecorporeal mass with social superiority. Indeed, a faint hypnopædic prejudice infavour of size was universal. Hence the laughter of the women to whom he madeproposals, the practical joking of his equals among the men. The mockery madehim feel an outsider; and feeling an outsider he behaved like one, which increasedthe prejudice against him and intensified the contempt and hostility aroused by hisphysical defects. Which in turn increased his sense of being alien and alone. Achronic fear of being slighted made him avoid his equals, made him stand, wherehis inferiors were concerned, self-consciously on his dignity. How bitterly he enviedmen like Henry Foster and Benito Hoover! Men who never had to shout at an Epsilonto get an order obeyed; men who took their position for granted; men who movedthrough the caste system as a fish through water–so utterly at home as to beunaware either of themselves or of the beneficent and comfortable element in whichthey had their being.Slackly, it seemed to him, and with reluctance, the twin attendants wheeled hisplane out on the roof."Hurry up!" said Bernard irritably. One of them glanced at him. Was that a kind ofbestial derision that he detected in those blank grey eyes? "Hurry up!" he shoutedmore loudly, and there was an ugly rasp in his voice.He climbed into the plane and, a minute later, was flying southwards, towards theriver.The various Bureaux of Propaganda and the College of Emotional Engineering werehoused in a single sixty-story building in Fleet Street. In the basement and on thelow floors were the presses and offices of the three great Lodon newspapers–TheHourly Radio, an upper-caste sheet, the pale green Gamma Gazette, and, on khakipaper and in words exclusively of one syllable, The Delta Mirror. Then came theBureaux of Propaganda by Television, by Feeling Picture, and by Synthetic Voice andMusic respectively–twenty-two floors of them. Above were the search laboratoriesand the padded rooms in which Sound-Track Writers and Synthetic Composers didthe delicate work. The top eighteen floors were occupied the College of EmotionalEngineering.Bernard landed on the roof of Propaganda House and stepped out."Ring down to Mr. Helmholtz Watson," he ordered the Gamma-Plus porter, "and tellhim that Mr. Bernard Marx is waiting for him on the roof."He sat down and lit a cigarette.Helmholtz Watson was writing when the message came down."Tell him I'm coming at once," he said and hung up the receiver. Then, turning tohis secretary, "I'll leave you to put my things away," he went on in the same officialand impersonal tone; and, ignoring her lustrous smile, got up and walked briskly tothe door.He was a powerfully built man, deep-chested, broad-shouldered, massive, and yetquick in his movements, springy and agile. The round strong pillar of his necksupported a beautifully shaped head. His hair was dark and curly, his featuresstrongly marked. In a forcible emphatic way, he was handsome and looked, as his
secretety was never tired of repeating, every centimetre an Alpha Plus. Byprofession he was a lecturer at the College of Emotional Engineering (Department ofWriting) and the intervals of his educational activities, a working Emotional Engineer.He wrote regularly for The Hourly Radio, composed feely scenarios, and had thehappiest knack for slogans and hypnopædic rhymes."Able," was the verdict of his superiors. "Perhaps, (and they would shake theirheads, would significantly lower their voices) "a little too able."Yes, a little too able; they were right. A mental excess had produced in HelmholtzWatson effects very similar to those which, in Bernard Marx, were the result of aphysical defect. Too little bone and brawn had isolated Bernard from his fellow men,and the sense of this apartness, being, by all the current standards, a mentalexcess, became in its turn a cause of wider separation. That which had madeHelmholtz so uncomfortably aware of being himself and and all alone was too muchability. What the two men shared was the knowledge that they were individuals. Butwhereas the physically defective Bernard had suffered all his life from theconsciousness of being separate, it was only quite recently that, grown aware of hismental excess, Helmholtz Watson had also become aware of his difference from thepeople who surrounded him. This Escalator-Squash champion, this indefatigablelover (it was said that he had had six hundred and forty different girls in under fouryears), this admirable committee man and best mixer had realized quite suddenlythat sport, women, communal activities were only, so far as he was concerned,second bests. Really, and at the bottom, he was interested in something else. Butin what? In what? That was the problem which Bernard had come to discuss withhim–or rather, since it was always Helmholtz who did all the talking, to listen to hisfriend discussing, yet once more.Three charming girls from the Bureau of Propaganda by Synthetic Voice waylaid himas he stepped out of the lift."Oh, Helmholtz, darling, do come and have a picnic supper with us on Exmoor."They clung round him imploringly.He shook his head, he pushed his way through them. "No, no.""We're not inviting any other man."But Helmholtz remained unshaken even by this delightful promise. "No," herepeated, "I'm busy." And he held resolutely on his course. The girls trailed afterhim. It was not till he had actually climbed into Bernard's plane and slammed thedoor that they gave up pursuit. Not without reproaches."These women!" he said, as the machine rose into the air. "These women!" And heshook his head, he frowned. "Too awful," Bernard hypocritically agreed, wishing, ashe spoke the words, that he could have as many girls as Helmholtz did, and with aslittle trouble. He was seized with a sudden urgent need to boast. "I'm taking LeninaCrowne to <strong>New</strong> Mexico with me," he said in a tone as casual as he could make it."Are you?" said Helmholtz, with a total absence of interest. Then after a little pause,"This last week or two," he went on, "I've been cutting all my committees and all mygirls. You can't imagine what a hullabaloo they've been making about it at theCollege. Still, it's been worth it, I think. The effects …" He hesitated. "Well, they'reodd, they're very odd."A physical shortcoming could produce a kind of mental excess. The process, itseemed, was reversible. Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, thevoluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence ofasceticism.The rest of the short flight was accomplished in silence. When they had arrived andwere comfortably stretched out on the pneumatic sofas in Bernard's room,Helmholtz began again.Speaking very slowly, "Did you ever feel," he asked, "as though you had something
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