But Henry's tone was almost, for a moment, melancholy. "Do you know what thatswitchback was?" he said. "It was some human being finally and definitelydisappearing. Going up in a squirt of hot gas. It would be curious to know who itwas–a man or a woman, an Alpha or an Epsilon. …" He sighed. Then, in a resolutelycheerful voice, "Anyhow," he concluded, "there's one thing we can be certain of;whoever he may have been, he was happy when he was alive. Everybody's happynow.""Yes, everybody's happy now," echoed Lenina. They had heard the words repeateda hundred and fifty times every night for twelve years.Landing on the roof of Henry's forty-story apartment house in Westminster, theywent straight down to the dining-hall. There, in a loud and cheerful company, theyate an excellent meal. Soma was served with the coffee. Lenina took twohalf-gramme tablets and Henry three. At twenty past nine they walked across thestreet to the newly opened Westminster Abbey Cabaret. It was a night almostwithout clouds, moonless and starry; but of this on the whole depressing fact Leninaand Henry were fortunately unaware. The electric sky-signs effectively shut off theouter darkness. "CALVIN STOPES AND HIS SIXTEEN SEXOPHONISTS." From thefaçade of the new Abbey the giant letters invitingly glared. "LONDON'S FINEST SCENTAND COLOUR ORGAN. ALL THE LATEST SYNTHETIC MUSIC."They entered. The air seemed hot and somehow breathless with the scent ofambergris and sandalwood. On the domed ceiling of the hall, the colour organ hadmomentarily painted a tropical sunset. The Sixteen Sexophonists were playing anold favourite: "There ain't no Bottle in all the world like that dear little Bottle ofmine." Four hundred couples were five-stepping round the polished floor. Leninaand Henry were soon the four hundred and first. The saxophones wailed likemelodious cats under the moon, moaned in the alto and tenor registers as thoughthe little death were upon them. Rich with a wealth of harmonics, their tremulouschorus mounted towards a climax, louder and ever louder–until at last, with a waveof his hand, the conductor let loose the final shattering note of ether-music andblew the sixteen merely human blowers clean out of existence. Thunder in A flatmajor. And then, in all but silence, in all but darkness, there followed a gradualdeturgescence, a diminuendo sliding gradually, through quarter tones, down, down toa faintly whispered dominant chord that lingered on (while the five-four rhythms stillpulsed below) charging the darkened seconds with an intense expectancy. And atlast expectancy was fulfilled. There was a sudden explosive sunrise, andsimultaneously, the Sixteen burst into song:"Bottle of mine, it's you I've always wanted!Bottle of mine, why was I ever decanted?Skies are blue inside of you,The weather's always fine;ForThere ain't no Bottle in all the worldLike that dear little Bottle of mine."Five-stepping with the other four hundred round and round Westminster Abbey,Lenina and Henry were yet dancing in another world–the warm, the richly coloured,the infinitely friendly world of soma-holiday. How kind, how good-looking, howdelightfully amusing every one was! "Bottle of mine, it's you I've always wanted …"But Lenina and Henry had what they wanted … They were inside, here andnow-safely inside with the fine weather, the perennially blue sky. And when,exhausted, the Sixteen had laid by their saxophones and the Synthetic Musicapparatus was producing the very latest in slow Malthusian Blues, they might havebeen twin embryos gently rocking together on the waves of a bottled ocean ofblood-surrogate."Good-night, dear friends. Good-night, dear friends." The loud speakers veiled theircommands in a genial and musical politeness. "Good-night, dear friends …"Obediently, with all the others, Lenina and Henry left the building. The depressingstars had travelled quite some way across the heavens. But though the separatingscreen of the sky-signs had now to a great extent dissolved, the two young peoplestill retained their happy ignorance of the night.
Swallowing half an hour before closing time, that second dose of soma had raised aquite impenetrable wall between the actual universe and their minds. Bottled, theycrossed the street; bottled, they took the lift up to Henry's room on thetwenty-eighth floor. And yet, bottled as she was, and in spite of that secondgramme of soma, Lenina did not forget to take all the contraceptive precautionsprescribed by the regulations. Years of intensive hypnopædia and, from twelve toseventeen, Malthusian drill three times a week had made the taking of theseprecautions almost as automatic and inevitable as blinking."Oh, and that reminds me," she said, as she came back from the bathroom, "FannyCrowne wants to know where you found that lovely green morocco-surrogatecartridge belt you gave me."§ 2ALTERNATE Thursdays were Bernard's Solidarity Service days. After an early dinner atthe Aphroditzeum (to which Helrnholtz had recently been elected under Rule Two) hetook leave of his friend and, hailing a taxi on the roof told the man to fly to theFordson Community Singery. The machine rose a couple of hundred metres, thenheaded eastwards, and as it turned, there before Bernard's eyes, giganticallybeautiful, was the Singery. Flood-lighted, its three hundred and twenty metres ofwhite Carrara-surrogate gleamed with a snowy incandescence over Ludgate Hill; ateach of the four corners of its helicopter platform an immense T shone crimsonagainst the night, and from the mouths of twenty-four vast golden trumpetsrumbled a solemn synthetic music."Damn, I'm late," Bernard said to himself as he first caught sight of Big Henry, theSingery clock. And sure enough, as he was paying off his cab, Big Henry soundedthe hour. "Ford," sang out an immense bass voice from all the golden trumpets."Ford, Ford, Ford …" Nine times. Bernard ran for the lift.The great auditorium for Ford's Day celebrations and other massed CommunitySings was at the bottom of the building. Above it, a hundred to each floor, were theseven thousand rooms used by Solidarity Groups for their fortnight services. Bernarddropped down to floor thirty-three, hurried along the corridor, stood hesitating for amoment outside Room 3210, then, having wound himself up, opened the door andwalked in.Thank Ford! he was not the last. Three chairs of the twelve arranged round thecircular table were still unoccupied. He slipped into the nearest of them asinconspicuously as he could and prepared to frown at the yet later comers wheneverthey should arrive.Turning towards him, "What were you playing this afternoon?" the girl on his leftenquired. "Obstacle, or Electro-magnetic?"Bernard looked at her (Ford! it was Morgana Rothschild) and blushingly had to admitthat he had been playing neither. Morgana stared at him with astonishment. Therewas an awkward silence.Then pointedly she turned away and addressed herself to the more sporting man onher left."A good beginning for a Solidarity Service," thought Bernard miserably, and foresawfor himself yet another failure to achieve atonement. If only he had given himselftime to look around instead of scuttling for the nearest chair! He could have satbetween Fifi Bradlaugh and Joanna Diesel. Instead of which he had gone and blindlyplanted himself next to Morgana. Morgana! Ford! Those black eyebrows of hers–thateyebrow, rather–for they met above the nose. Ford! And on his right was ClaraDeterding. True, Clara's eyebrows didn't meet. But she was really too pneumatic.Whereas Fifi and Joanna were absolutely right. Plump, blonde, not too large … Andit was that great lout, Tom Kawaguchi, who now took the seat between them.
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