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In
that
dim
monument
where
Tybalt
lies
.
.
.
"
when
Juliet
said
this
,
Helmholtz
broke
out
in
an
explosion
of
uncontrollable
guffawing
.
The
mother
and
father
(
grotesque
obscenity
)
forcing
the
daughter
to
have
some
one
she
didn
’
t
want
!
And
the
idiotic
girl
not
saying
that
she
was
having
some
one
else
whom
(
for
the
moment
,
at
any
rate
)
she
preferred
!
In
its
smutty
absurdity
the
situation
was
irresistibly
comical
.
He
had
managed
,
with
a
heroic
effort
,
to
hold
down
the
mounting
pressure
of
his
hilarity
;
but
"
sweet
mother
"
(
in
the
Savage
’
s
tremulous
tone
of
anguish
)
and
the
reference
to
Tybalt
lying
dead
,
but
evidently
uncremated
and
wasting
his
phosphorus
on
a
dim
monument
,
were
too
much
for
him
.
He
laughed
and
laughed
till
the
tears
streamed
down
his
face
–
quenchlessly
laughed
while
,
pale
with
a
sense
of
outrage
,
the
Savage
looked
at
him
over
the
top
of
his
book
and
then
,
as
the
laughter
still
continued
,
closed
it
indignantly
,
got
up
and
,
with
the
gesture
of
one
who
removes
his
pearl
from
before
swine
,
locked
it
away
in
its
drawer
"
And
yet
,
"
said
Helmholtz
when
,
having
recovered
breath
enough
to
apologize
,
he
had
mollified
the
Savage
into
listening
to
his
explanations
,
"
I
know
quite
well
that
one
needs
ridiculous
,
mad
situations
like
that
;
one
can
’
t
write
really
well
about
anything
else
.
Why
was
that
old
fellow
such
a
marvellous
propaganda
technician
?
Because
he
had
so
many
insane
,
excruciating
things
to
get
excited
about
.
You
’
ve
got
to
be
hurt
and
upset
;
otherwise
you
can
’
t
think
of
the
really
good
,
penetrating
,
X
-
rayish
phrases
.
But
fathers
and
mothers
!
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
You
can
’
t
expect
me
to
keep
a
straight
face
about
fathers
and
mothers
.
And
who
’
s
going
to
get
excited
about
a
boy
having
a
girl
or
not
having
her
?
"
(
The
Savage
winced
;
but
Helmholtz
,
who
was
staring
pensively
at
the
floor
,
saw
nothing
.
)
"
No
.
"
he
concluded
,
with
a
sigh
,
"
it
won
’
t
do
.
We
need
some
other
kind
of
madness
and
violence
.
But
what
?
What
?
Where
can
one
find
it
?
"
He
was
silent
;
then
,
shaking
his
head
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
Henry
Foster
loomed
up
through
the
twilight
of
the
Embryo
Store
.
"
Like
to
come
to
a
feely
this
evening
?
"
Lenina
shook
her
head
without
speaking
.
"
Going
out
with
some
one
else
?
"
It
interested
him
to
know
which
of
his
friends
was
being
had
by
which
other
.
"
Is
it
Benito
?
"
he
questioned
.
She
shook
her
head
again
.
Henry
detected
the
weariness
in
those
purple
eyes
,
the
pallor
beneath
that
glaze
of
lupus
,
the
sadness
at
the
corners
of
the
unsmiling
crimson
mouth
.
"
You
’
re
not
feeling
ill
,
are
you
?
"
he
asked
,
a
trifle
anxiously
,
afraid
that
she
might
be
suffering
from
one
of
the
few
remaining
infectious
diseases
.
