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After
the
scene
in
the
Fertilizing
Room
,
all
upper
-
caste
London
was
wild
to
see
this
delicious
creature
who
had
fallen
on
his
knees
before
the
Director
of
Hatcheries
and
Conditioning
–
or
rather
the
ex
-
Director
,
for
the
poor
man
had
resigned
immediately
afterwards
and
never
set
foot
inside
the
Centre
again
–
had
flopped
down
and
called
him
(
the
joke
was
almost
too
good
to
be
true
!
)
"
my
father
.
"
Linda
,
on
the
contrary
,
cut
no
ice
;
nobody
had
the
smallest
desire
to
see
Linda
.
To
say
one
was
a
mother
–
that
was
past
a
joke
:
it
was
an
obscenity
.
Moreover
,
she
wasn
’
t
a
real
savage
,
had
been
hatched
out
of
a
bottle
and
conditioned
like
any
one
else
:
so
couldn
’
t
have
really
quaint
ideas
.
Finally
–
and
this
was
by
far
the
strongest
reason
for
people
’
s
not
wanting
to
see
poor
Linda
–
there
was
her
appearance
.
Fat
;
having
lost
her
youth
;
with
bad
teeth
,
and
a
blotched
complexion
,
and
that
figure
(
Ford
!
)
–
you
simply
couldn
’
t
look
at
her
without
feeling
sick
,
yes
,
positively
sick
.
So
the
best
people
were
quite
determined
not
to
see
Linda
.
And
Linda
,
for
her
part
,
had
no
desire
to
see
them
.
The
return
to
civilization
was
for
her
the
return
to
soma
,
was
the
possibility
of
lying
in
bed
and
taking
holiday
after
holiday
,
without
ever
having
to
come
back
to
a
headache
or
a
fit
of
vomiting
,
without
ever
being
made
to
feel
as
you
always
felt
after
peyotl
,
as
though
you
’
d
done
something
so
shamefully
anti
-
social
that
you
could
never
hold
up
your
head
again
.
Soma
played
none
of
these
unpleasant
tricks
.
The
holiday
it
gave
was
perfect
and
,
if
the
morning
after
was
disagreeable
,
it
was
so
,
not
intrinsically
,
but
only
by
comparison
with
the
joys
of
the
holiday
.
The
remedy
was
to
make
the
holiday
continuous
.
Greedily
she
clamoured
for
ever
larger
,
ever
more
frequent
doses
.
Dr
.
Shaw
at
first
demurred
;
then
let
her
have
what
she
wanted
.
She
took
as
much
as
twenty
grammes
a
day
.
"
Which
will
finish
her
off
in
a
month
or
two
,
"
the
doctor
confided
to
Bernard
.
"
One
day
the
respiratory
centre
will
be
paralyzed
.
No
more
breathing
.
Finished
.
And
a
good
thing
too
.
If
we
could
rejuvenate
,
of
course
it
would
be
different
.
But
we
can
’
t
.
"
Surprisingly
,
as
every
one
thought
(
for
on
soma
-
holiday
Linda
was
most
conveniently
out
of
the
way
)
,
John
raised
objections
.
"
But
aren
’
t
you
shortening
her
life
by
giving
her
so
much
?
"
"
In
one
sense
,
yes
,
"
Dr
.
Shaw
admitted
.
"
But
in
another
we
’
re
actually
lengthening
it
.
"
The
young
man
stared
,
uncomprehending
.
"
Soma
may
make
you
lose
a
few
years
in
time
,
"
the
doctor
went
on
.
"
But
think
of
the
enormous
,
immeasurable
durations
it
can
give
you
out
of
time
.
Every
soma
-
holiday
is
a
bit
of
what
our
ancestors
used
to
call
eternity
.
"
John
began
to
understand
.
"
Eternity
was
in
our
lips
and
eyes
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
Eh
?
"
"
Nothing
.
"
"
Of
course
,
"
Dr
.
Shaw
went
on
,
"
you
can
’
t
allow
people
to
go
popping
off
into
eternity
if
they
’
ve
got
any
serious
work
to
do
.
But
as
she
hasn
’
t
got
any
serious
work
.
.
.
"
