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Beauty
too
rich
for
use
,
for
earth
too
dear
.
.
.
"
The
golden
T
lay
shining
on
Lenina
’
s
bosom
.
Sportively
,
the
Arch
-
Community
-
Songster
caught
hold
of
it
,
sportively
he
pulled
,
pulled
.
"
I
think
,
"
said
Lenina
suddenly
,
breaking
a
long
silence
,
"
I
’
d
better
take
a
couple
of
grammes
of
soma
.
"
Bernard
,
by
this
time
,
was
fast
asleep
and
smiling
at
the
private
paradise
of
his
dreams
.
Smiling
,
smiling
.
But
inexorably
,
every
thirty
seconds
,
the
minute
hand
of
the
electric
clock
above
his
bed
jumped
forward
with
an
almost
imperceptible
click
.
Click
,
click
,
click
,
click
.
.
.
And
it
was
morning
.
Bernard
was
back
among
the
miseries
of
space
and
time
.
It
was
in
the
lowest
spirits
that
he
taxied
across
to
his
work
at
the
Conditioning
Centre
.
The
intoxication
of
success
had
evaporated
;
he
was
soberly
his
old
self
;
and
by
contrast
with
the
temporary
balloon
of
these
last
weeks
,
the
old
self
seemed
unprecedentedly
heavier
than
the
surrounding
atmosphere
.
To
this
deflated
Bernard
the
Savage
showed
himself
unexpectedly
sympathetic
.
"
You
’
re
more
like
what
you
were
at
Malpais
,
"
he
said
,
when
Bernard
had
told
him
his
plaintive
story
.
"
Do
you
remember
when
we
first
talked
together
?
Outside
the
little
house
.
You
’
re
like
what
you
were
then
.
"
"
Because
I
’
m
unhappy
again
;
that
’
s
why
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
d
rather
be
unhappy
than
have
the
sort
of
false
,
lying
happiness
you
were
having
here
.
"
"
I
like
that
,
"
said
Bernard
bitterly
.
"
When
it
’
s
you
who
were
the
cause
of
it
all
.
Refusing
to
come
to
my
party
and
so
turning
them
all
against
me
!
"
He
knew
that
what
he
was
saying
was
absurd
in
its
injustice
;
he
admitted
inwardly
,
and
at
last
even
aloud
,
the
truth
of
all
that
the
Savage
now
said
about
the
worthlessness
of
friends
who
could
be
turned
upon
so
slight
a
provocation
into
persecuting
enemies
.
But
in
spite
of
this
knowledge
and
these
admissions
,
in
spite
of
the
fact
that
his
friend
’
s
support
and
sympathy
were
now
his
only
comfort
,
Bernard
continued
perversely
to
nourish
,
along
with
his
quite
genuine
affection
,
a
secret
grievance
against
the
Savage
,
to
mediate
a
campaign
of
small
revenges
to
be
wreaked
upon
him
.
Nourishing
a
grievance
against
the
Arch
-
Community
-
Songster
was
useless
;
there
was
no
possibility
of
being
revenged
on
the
Chief
Bottler
or
the
Assistant
Predestinator
.
As
a
victim
,
the
Savage
possessed
,
for
Bernard
,
this
enormous
superiority
over
the
others
:
that
he
was
accessible
.
One
of
the
principal
functions
of
a
friend
is
to
suffer
(
in
a
milder
and
symbolic
form
)
the
punishments
that
we
should
like
,
but
are
unable
,
to
inflict
upon
our
enemies
.
