"Our Ford loved infants."Ignoring the interruption. "It suddenly struck me the other day," continued Bernard,"that it might be possible to be an adult all the time.""I don't understand." Lenina's tone was firm."I know you don't. And that's why we went to bed together yesterday–likeinfants–instead of being adults and waiting.""But it was fun," Lenina insisted. "Wasn't it?""Oh, the greatest fun," he answered, but in a voice so mournful, with an expressionso profoundly miserable, that Lenina felt all her triumph suddenly evaporate.Perhaps he had found her too plump, after all."I told you so," was all that Fanny said, when Lenina came and made herconfidences. "It's the alcohol they put in his surrogate.""All the same," Lenina insisted. "I do like him. He has such awfully nice hands. Andthe way he moves his shoulders–that's very attractive." She sighed. "But I wish heweren't so odd."§ 2HALTING for a moment outside the door of the Director's room, Bernard drew adeep breath and squared his shoulders, bracing himself to meet the dislike anddisapproval which he was certain of finding within. He knocked and entered."A permit for you to initial, Director," he said as airily as possible, and laid the paperon the writing-table.The Director glanced at him sourly. But the stamp of the <strong>World</strong> Controller's Officewas at the head of the paper and the signature of Mustapha Mond, bold and black,across the bottom. Everything was perfectly in order. The director had no choice. Hepencilled his initials–two small pale letters abject at the feet of Mustapha Mond–andwas about to return the paper without a word of comment or genial Ford-speed,when his eye was caught by something written in the body of the permit."For the <strong>New</strong> Mexican Reservation?" he said, and his tone, the face he lifted toBernard, expressed a kind of agitated astonishment.Surprised by his surprise, Bernard nodded. There was a silence.The Director leaned back in his chair, frowning. "How long ago was it?" he said,speaking more to himself than to Bernard. "Twenty years, I suppose. Nearertwenty-five. I must have been your age …" He sighed and shook his head.Bernard felt extremely uncomfortable. A man so conventional, so scrupulouslycorrect as the Director–and to commit so gross a solecism! lt made him want to hidehis face, to run out of the room. Not that he himself saw anything intrinsicallyobjectionable in people talking about the remote past; that was one of thosehypnopædic prejudices he had (so he imagined) completely got rid of. What madehim feel shy was the knowledge that the Director disapproved–disapproved and yethad been betrayed into doing the forbidden thing. Under what inward compulsion?Through his discomfort Bernard eagerly listened."I had the same idea as you," the Director was saying. "Wanted to have a look atthe savages. Got a permit for <strong>New</strong> Mexico and went there for my summer holiday.With the girl I was having at the moment. She was a Beta-Minus, and I think" (heshut his eyes), "I think she had yellow hair. Anyhow she was pneumatic, particularlypneumatic; I remember that. Well, we went there, and we looked at the savages,and we rode about on horses and all that. And then–it was almost the last day of
my leave–then … well, she got lost. We'd gone riding up one of those revoltingmountains, and it was horribly hot and oppressive, and after lunch we went to sleep.Or at least I did. She must have gone for a walk, alone. At any rate, when I wokeup, she wasn't there. And the most frightful thunderstorm I've ever seen was justbursting on us. And it poured and roared and flashed; and the horses broke looseand ran away; and I fell down, trying to catch them, and hurt my knee, so that Icould hardly walk. Still, I searched and I shouted and I searched. But there was nosign of her. Then I thought she must have gone back to the rest-house by herself.So I crawled down into the valley by the way we had come. My knee was agonizinglypainful, and I'd lost my soma. It took me hours. I didn't get back to the rest-housetill after midnight. And she wasn't there; she wasn't there," the Director repeated.There was a silence. "Well," he resumed at last, "the next day there was a search.But we couldn't find her. She must have fallen into a gully somewhere; or beeneaten by a mountain lion. Ford knows. Anyhow it was horrible. It upset me verymuch at the time. More than it ought to have done, I dare say. Because, after all,it's the sort of accident that might have happened to any one; and, of course, thesocial body persists although the component cells may change." But thissleep-taught consolation did not seem to be very effective. Shaking his head, "Iactually dream about it sometimes," the Director went on in a low voice. "Dream ofbeing woken up by that peal of thunder and finding her gone; dream of searchingand searching for her under the trees." He lapsed into the silence of reminiscence."You must have had a terrible shock," said Bernard, almost enviously.At the sound of his voice the Director started into a guilty realization of where hewas; shot a glance at Bernard, and averting his eyes, blushed darkly; looked at himagain with sudden suspicion and, angrily on his dignity, "Don't imagine," he said,"that I'd had any indecorous relation with the girl. Nothing emotional, nothinglong-drawn. It was all perfectly healthy and normal." He handed Bernard the permit."I really don't know why I bored you with this trivial anecdote." Furious with himselffor having given away a discreditable secret, he vented his rage on Bernard. Thelook in his eyes was now frankly malignant. "And I should like to take thisopportunity, Mr. Marx," he went on, "of saying that I'm not at all pleased with thereports I receive of your behaviour outside working hours. You may say that this isnot my business. But it is. I have the good name of the Centre to think of. Myworkers must be above suspicion, particularly those of the highest castes. Alphasare so conditioned that they do not have to be infantile in their emotional behaviour.But that is all the more reason for their making a special effort to conform. lt is theirduty to be infantile, even against their inclination. And so, Mr. Marx, I give you fairwarning." The Director's voice vibrated with an indignation that had now becomewholly righteous and impersonal–was the expression of the disapproval of Societyitself. "If ever I hear again of any lapse from a proper standard of infantiledecorum, I shall ask for your transference to a Sub-Centre–preferably to Iceland.Good morning." And swivelling round in his chair, he picked up his pen and began towrite."That'll teach him," he said to himself. But he was mistaken. For Bernard left theroom with a swagger, exulting, as he banged the door behind him, in the thoughtthat he stood alone, embattled against the order of things; elated by theintoxicating consciousness of his individual significance and importance. Even thethought of persecution left him undismayed, was rather tonic than depressing. Hefelt strong enough to meet and overcome amiction, strong enough to face evenIceland. And this confidence was the greater for his not for a moment reallybelieving that he would be called upon to face anything at all. People simply weren'ttransferred for things like that. Iceland was just a threat. A most stimulating andlife-giving threat. Walking along the corridor, he actually whistled.Heroic was the account he gave that evening of his interview with the D.H.C."Whereupon," it concluded, "I simply told him to go to the Bottomless Past andmarched out of the room. And that was that." He looked at Helmholtz Watsonexpectantly, awaiting his due reward of sympathy, encouragement, admiration. Butno word came. Helmholtz sat silent, staring at the floor.He liked Bernard; he was grateful to him for being the only man of his acquaintancewith whom he could talk about the subjects he felt to be important. Nevertheless,there were things in Bernard which he hated. This boasting, for example. And the
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