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him.
They met his eyes and simultaneously grinned. One of them pointed with his éclair
butt.
"Is she dead?" he asked.
The Savage stared at them for a moment in silence. Then in silence he rose to his
feet, in silence slowly walked towards the door.
"Is she dead?" repeated the inquisitive twin trotting at his side.
The Savage looked down at him and still without speaking pushed him away. The
twin fell on the floor and at once began to howl. The Savage did not even look
round.
Chapter Fifteen
THE menial staff of the Park Lane Hospital for the Dying consisted of one hundred
and sixty-two Deltas divided into two Bokanovsky Groups of eighty-four red headed
female and seventy-eight dark dolychocephalic male twins, respectively. At six,
when their working day was over, the two Groups assembled in the vestibule of the
Hospital and were served by the Deputy Sub-Bursar with their soma ration.
From the lift the Savage stepped out into the midst of them. But his mind was
elsewhere with death, with his grief, and his remorse; mechanicaly, without
consciousness of what he was doing, he began to shoulder his way through the
crowd.
"Who are you pushing? Where do you think you're going?"
High, low, from a multitude of separate throats, only two voices squeaked or
growled. Repeated indefinitely, as though by a train of mirrors, two faces, one a
hairless and freckled moon haloed in orange, the other a thin, beaked bird-mask,
stubbly with two days' beard, turned angrily towards him. Their words and, in his
ribs, the sharp nudging of elbows, broke through his unawareness. He woke once
more to external reality, looked round him, knew what he saw knew it, with a
sinking sense of horror and disgust, for the recurrent delirium of his days and
nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguishable sameness. Twins, twins. & Like
maggots they had swarmed defilingly over the mystery of Linda's death. Maggots
again, but larger, full grown, they now crawled across his grief and his repentance.
He halted and, with bewildered and horrified eyes, stared round him at the khaki
mob, in the midst of which, overtopping it by a full head, he stood. "How many
goodly creatures are there here!" The singing words mocked him derisively. "How
beauteous mankind is! O brave new world & "
"Soma distribution!" shouted a loud voice. "In good order, please. Hurry up there."
A door had been opened, a table and chair carried into the vestibule. The voice was
that of a jaunty young Alpha, who had entered carrying a black iron cash-box. A
murmur of satisfaction went up from the expectant twins. They forgot all about the
Savage. Their attention was now focused on the black cash-box, which the young
man had placed on the table, and was now in process of unlocking. The lid was
lifted.
"Oo-oh!" said all the hundred and sixty-two simultaneously, as though they were
looking at fireworks.
The young man took out a handful of tiny pill-boxes. "Now," he said peremptorily,
"step forward, please. One at a time, and no shoving."
One at a time, with no shoving, the twins stepped forward. First two males, then a
female, then another male, then three females, then &
The Savage stood looking on. "O brave new world, O brave new world & " In his mind
the singing words seemed to change their tone. They had mocked him through his
misery and remorse, mocked him with how hideous a note of cynical derision!
Fiendishly laughing, they had insisted on the low squalor, the nauseous ugliness of
the nightmare. Now, suddenly, they trumpeted a call to arms. "O brave new world!"
Miranda was proclaiming the possibility of loveliness, the possibility of transforming
even the nightmare into something fine and noble. "O brave new world!" It was a
challenge, a command.
"No shoving there now!" shouted the Deputy Sub-Bursar in a fury. He slammed down
he lid of his cash-box. "I shall stop the distribution unless I have good behaviour."
The Deltas muttered, jostled one another a little, and then were still. The threat had
been effective. Deprivation of soma appalling thought!
"That's better," said the young man, and reopened his cash-box.
Linda had been a slave, Linda had died; others should live in freedom, and the
world be made beautiful. A reparation, a duty. And suddenly it was luminously clear
to the Savage what he must do; it was as though a shutter had been opened, a
curtain drawn back.
"Now," said the Deputy Sub-Bursar.
Another khaki female stepped forward.
"Stop!" called the Savage in a loud and ringing voice. "Stop!"
He pushed his way to the table; the Deltas stared at him with astonishment.
"Ford!" said the Deputy Sub-Bursar, below his breath. "It's the Savage." He felt
scared.
"Listen, I beg of you," cried the Savage earnestly. "Lend me your ears & " He had
never spoken in public before, and found it very difficult to express what he wanted
to say. "Don't take that horrible stuff. It's poison, it's poison."
"I say, Mr. Savage," said the Deputy Sub-Bursar, smiling propitiatingly. "Would you
mind letting me & "
"Poison to soul as well as body."
"Yes, but let me get on with my distribution, won't you? There's a good fellow." With
the cautious tenderness of one who strokes a notoriously vicious animal, he patted
the Savage's arm. "Just let me & "
"Never!" cried the Savage.
"But look here, old man & "
"Throw it all away, that horrible poison."
The words "Throw it all away" pierced through the enfolding layers of
incomprehension to the quick of the Delta's consciousness. An angry murmur went
up from the crowd.
"I come to bring you freedom," said the Savage, turning back towards the twins. "I
come & "
The Deputy Sub-Bursar heard no more; he had slipped out of the vestibule and was
looking up a number in the telephone book.
"Not in his own rooms," Bernard summed up. "Not in mine, not in yours. Not at the
Aphroditaum; not at the Centre or the College. Where can he have got to?"
Helmholtz shrugged his shoulders. They had come back from their work expecting
to find the Savage waiting for them at one or other of the usual meeting-places,
and there was no sign of the fellow. Which was annoying, as they had meant to nip
across to Biarritz in Helmholtz's four-seater sporticopter. They'd be late for dinner if
he didn't come soon.
"We'll give him five more minutes," said Helmholtz. "If he doesn't turn up by then,
we'll & "
The ringing of the telephone bell interrupted him. He picked up the receiver. "Hullo.
Speaking." Then, after a long interval of listening, "Ford in Flivver!" he swore. "I'll
come at once."
"What is it?" Bernard asked.
"A fellow I know at the Park Lane Hospital," said Helmholtz. "The Savage is there.
Seems to have gone mad. Anyhow, it's urgent. Will you come with me?"
Together they hurried along the corridor to the lifts.
"But do you like being slaves?" the Savage was saying as they entered the Hospital.
His face was flushed, his eyes bright with ardour and indignation. "Do you like being
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him.
They met his eyes and simultaneously grinned. One of them pointed with his éclair
butt.
"Is she dead?" he asked.
The Savage stared at them for a moment in silence. Then in silence he rose to his
feet, in silence slowly walked towards the door.
"Is she dead?" repeated the inquisitive twin trotting at his side.
The Savage looked down at him and still without speaking pushed him away. The
twin fell on the floor and at once began to howl. The Savage did not even look
round.
Chapter Fifteen
THE menial staff of the Park Lane Hospital for the Dying consisted of one hundred
and sixty-two Deltas divided into two Bokanovsky Groups of eighty-four red headed
female and seventy-eight dark dolychocephalic male twins, respectively. At six,
when their working day was over, the two Groups assembled in the vestibule of the
Hospital and were served by the Deputy Sub-Bursar with their soma ration.
From the lift the Savage stepped out into the midst of them. But his mind was
elsewhere with death, with his grief, and his remorse; mechanicaly, without
consciousness of what he was doing, he began to shoulder his way through the
crowd.
"Who are you pushing? Where do you think you're going?"
High, low, from a multitude of separate throats, only two voices squeaked or
growled. Repeated indefinitely, as though by a train of mirrors, two faces, one a
hairless and freckled moon haloed in orange, the other a thin, beaked bird-mask,
stubbly with two days' beard, turned angrily towards him. Their words and, in his
ribs, the sharp nudging of elbows, broke through his unawareness. He woke once
more to external reality, looked round him, knew what he saw knew it, with a
sinking sense of horror and disgust, for the recurrent delirium of his days and
nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguishable sameness. Twins, twins. & Like
maggots they had swarmed defilingly over the mystery of Linda's death. Maggots
again, but larger, full grown, they now crawled across his grief and his repentance.
He halted and, with bewildered and horrified eyes, stared round him at the khaki
mob, in the midst of which, overtopping it by a full head, he stood. "How many
goodly creatures are there here!" The singing words mocked him derisively. "How
beauteous mankind is! O brave new world & "
"Soma distribution!" shouted a loud voice. "In good order, please. Hurry up there."
A door had been opened, a table and chair carried into the vestibule. The voice was
that of a jaunty young Alpha, who had entered carrying a black iron cash-box. A
murmur of satisfaction went up from the expectant twins. They forgot all about the
Savage. Their attention was now focused on the black cash-box, which the young
man had placed on the table, and was now in process of unlocking. The lid was
lifted.
"Oo-oh!" said all the hundred and sixty-two simultaneously, as though they were
looking at fireworks.
The young man took out a handful of tiny pill-boxes. "Now," he said peremptorily,
"step forward, please. One at a time, and no shoving."
One at a time, with no shoving, the twins stepped forward. First two males, then a
female, then another male, then three females, then &
The Savage stood looking on. "O brave new world, O brave new world & " In his mind
the singing words seemed to change their tone. They had mocked him through his
misery and remorse, mocked him with how hideous a note of cynical derision!
Fiendishly laughing, they had insisted on the low squalor, the nauseous ugliness of
the nightmare. Now, suddenly, they trumpeted a call to arms. "O brave new world!"
Miranda was proclaiming the possibility of loveliness, the possibility of transforming
even the nightmare into something fine and noble. "O brave new world!" It was a
challenge, a command.
"No shoving there now!" shouted the Deputy Sub-Bursar in a fury. He slammed down
he lid of his cash-box. "I shall stop the distribution unless I have good behaviour."
The Deltas muttered, jostled one another a little, and then were still. The threat had
been effective. Deprivation of soma appalling thought!
"That's better," said the young man, and reopened his cash-box.
Linda had been a slave, Linda had died; others should live in freedom, and the
world be made beautiful. A reparation, a duty. And suddenly it was luminously clear
to the Savage what he must do; it was as though a shutter had been opened, a
curtain drawn back.
"Now," said the Deputy Sub-Bursar.
Another khaki female stepped forward.
"Stop!" called the Savage in a loud and ringing voice. "Stop!"
He pushed his way to the table; the Deltas stared at him with astonishment.
"Ford!" said the Deputy Sub-Bursar, below his breath. "It's the Savage." He felt
scared.
"Listen, I beg of you," cried the Savage earnestly. "Lend me your ears & " He had
never spoken in public before, and found it very difficult to express what he wanted
to say. "Don't take that horrible stuff. It's poison, it's poison."
"I say, Mr. Savage," said the Deputy Sub-Bursar, smiling propitiatingly. "Would you
mind letting me & "
"Poison to soul as well as body."
"Yes, but let me get on with my distribution, won't you? There's a good fellow." With
the cautious tenderness of one who strokes a notoriously vicious animal, he patted
the Savage's arm. "Just let me & "
"Never!" cried the Savage.
"But look here, old man & "
"Throw it all away, that horrible poison."
The words "Throw it all away" pierced through the enfolding layers of
incomprehension to the quick of the Delta's consciousness. An angry murmur went
up from the crowd.
"I come to bring you freedom," said the Savage, turning back towards the twins. "I
come & "
The Deputy Sub-Bursar heard no more; he had slipped out of the vestibule and was
looking up a number in the telephone book.
"Not in his own rooms," Bernard summed up. "Not in mine, not in yours. Not at the
Aphroditaum; not at the Centre or the College. Where can he have got to?"
Helmholtz shrugged his shoulders. They had come back from their work expecting
to find the Savage waiting for them at one or other of the usual meeting-places,
and there was no sign of the fellow. Which was annoying, as they had meant to nip
across to Biarritz in Helmholtz's four-seater sporticopter. They'd be late for dinner if
he didn't come soon.
"We'll give him five more minutes," said Helmholtz. "If he doesn't turn up by then,
we'll & "
The ringing of the telephone bell interrupted him. He picked up the receiver. "Hullo.
Speaking." Then, after a long interval of listening, "Ford in Flivver!" he swore. "I'll
come at once."
"What is it?" Bernard asked.
"A fellow I know at the Park Lane Hospital," said Helmholtz. "The Savage is there.
Seems to have gone mad. Anyhow, it's urgent. Will you come with me?"
Together they hurried along the corridor to the lifts.
"But do you like being slaves?" the Savage was saying as they entered the Hospital.
His face was flushed, his eyes bright with ardour and indignation. "Do you like being
babies? Yes, babies. Mewling and puking," he added, exasperated by their bestial [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]