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"
But
the
tears
are
necessary
.
Don
’
t
you
remember
what
Othello
said
?
’
If
after
every
tempest
came
such
calms
,
may
the
winds
blow
till
they
have
wakened
death
.
’
There
’
s
a
story
one
of
the
old
Indians
used
to
tell
us
,
about
the
Girl
of
Mátaski
.
The
young
men
who
wanted
to
marry
her
had
to
do
a
morning
’
s
hoeing
in
her
garden
.
It
seemed
easy
;
but
there
were
flies
and
mosquitoes
,
magic
ones
.
Most
of
the
young
men
simply
couldn
’
t
stand
the
biting
and
stinging
.
But
the
one
that
could
–
he
got
the
girl
.
"
"
Charming
!
But
in
civilized
countries
,
"
said
the
Controller
,
"
you
can
have
girls
without
hoeing
for
them
,
and
there
aren
’
t
any
flies
or
mosquitoes
to
sting
you
.
We
got
rid
of
them
all
centuries
ago
.
"
The
Savage
nodded
,
frowning
.
"
You
got
rid
of
them
.
Yes
,
that
’
s
just
like
you
.
Getting
rid
of
everything
unpleasant
instead
of
learning
to
put
up
with
it
.
Whether
’
tis
better
in
the
mind
to
suffer
the
slings
and
arrows
of
outrageous
fortune
,
or
to
take
arms
against
a
sea
of
troubles
and
by
opposing
end
them
.
.
.
But
you
don
’
t
do
either
.
Neither
suffer
nor
oppose
.
You
just
abolish
the
slings
and
arrows
.
It
’
s
too
easy
.
"
He
was
suddenly
silent
,
thinking
of
his
mother
.
In
her
room
on
the
thirty
-
seventh
floor
,
Linda
had
floated
in
a
sea
of
singing
lights
and
perfumed
caresses
–
floated
away
,
out
of
space
,
out
of
time
,
out
of
the
prison
of
her
memories
,
her
habits
,
her
aged
and
bloated
body
.
And
Tomakin
,
ex
-
Director
of
Hatcheries
and
Conditioning
,
Tomakin
was
still
on
holiday
–
on
holiday
from
humiliation
and
pain
,
in
a
world
where
he
could
not
hear
those
words
,
that
derisive
laughter
,
could
not
see
that
hideous
face
,
feel
those
moist
and
flabby
arms
round
his
neck
,
in
a
beautiful
world
.
.
.
"
What
you
need
,
"
the
Savage
went
on
,
"
is
something
with
tears
for
a
change
.
Nothing
costs
enough
here
.
"
(
"
Twelve
and
a
half
million
dollars
,
"
Henry
Foster
had
protested
when
the
Savage
told
him
that
.
"
Twelve
and
a
half
million
–
that
’
s
what
the
new
Conditioning
Centre
cost
.
Not
a
cent
less
.
"
)
"
Exposing
what
is
mortal
and
unsure
to
all
that
fortune
,
death
and
danger
dare
,
even
for
an
eggshell
.
Isn
’
t
there
something
in
that
?
"
he
asked
,
looking
up
at
Mustapha
Mond
.
"
Quite
apart
from
God
–
though
of
course
God
would
be
a
reason
for
it
.
Isn
’
t
there
something
in
living
dangerously
?
"
"
There
’
s
a
great
deal
in
it
,
"
the
Controller
replied
.
"
Men
and
women
must
have
their
adrenals
stimulated
from
time
to
time
.
"
"
What
?
"
questioned
the
Savage
,
uncomprehending
.
