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"
Get
away
!
"
The
Savage
shook
his
fist
.
The
other
retreated
a
few
steps
then
turned
round
again
.
"
Evil
’
s
an
unreality
if
you
take
a
couple
of
grammes
.
"
"
Kohakwa
iyathtokyai
!
"
The
tone
was
menacingly
derisive
.
"
Pain
’
s
a
delusion
.
"
"
Oh
,
is
it
?
"
said
the
Savage
and
,
picking
up
a
thick
hazel
switch
,
strode
forward
.
The
man
from
The
Fordian
Science
Monitor
made
a
dash
for
his
helicopter
.
After
that
the
Savage
was
left
for
a
time
in
peace
.
A
few
helicopters
came
and
hovered
inquisitively
round
the
tower
.
He
shot
an
arrow
into
the
importunately
nearest
of
them
.
It
pierced
the
aluminum
floor
of
the
cabin
;
there
was
a
shrill
yell
,
and
the
machine
went
rocketing
up
into
the
air
with
all
the
acceleration
that
its
super
-
charger
could
give
it
.
The
others
,
in
future
,
kept
their
distance
respectfully
.
Ignoring
their
tiresome
humming
(
he
likened
himself
in
his
imagination
to
one
of
the
suitors
of
the
Maiden
of
Mátsaki
,
unmoved
and
persistent
among
the
winged
vermin
)
,
the
Savage
dug
at
what
was
to
be
his
garden
.
After
a
time
the
vermin
evidently
became
bored
and
flew
away
;
for
hours
at
a
stretch
the
sky
above
his
head
was
empty
and
,
but
for
the
larks
,
silent
.
The
weather
was
breathlessly
hot
,
there
was
thunder
in
the
air
.
He
had
dug
all
the
morning
and
was
resting
,
stretched
out
along
the
floor
.
And
suddenly
the
thought
of
Lenina
was
a
real
presence
,
naked
and
tangible
,
saying
"
Sweet
!
"
and
"
Put
your
arms
round
me
!
"
–
in
shoes
and
socks
,
perfumed
.
Impudent
strumpet
!
But
oh
,
oh
,
her
arms
round
his
neck
,
the
lifting
of
her
breasts
,
her
mouth
!
Eternity
was
in
our
lips
and
eyes
.
Lenina
.
.
.
No
,
no
,
no
,
no
!
He
sprang
to
his
feet
and
,
half
naked
as
he
was
,
ran
out
of
the
house
.
At
the
edge
of
the
heath
stood
a
clump
of
hoary
juniper
bushes
.
He
flung
himself
against
them
,
he
embraced
,
not
the
smooth
body
of
his
desires
,
but
an
armful
of
green
spikes
.
Sharp
,
with
a
thousand
points
,
they
pricked
him
.
He
tried
to
think
of
poor
Linda
,
breathless
and
dumb
,
with
her
clutching
hands
and
the
unutterable
terror
in
her
eyes
.
Poor
Linda
whom
he
had
sworn
to
remember
.
But
it
was
still
the
presence
of
Lenina
that
haunted
him
.
Lenina
whom
he
had
promised
to
forget
.
Even
through
the
stab
and
sting
of
the
juniper
needles
,
his
wincing
flesh
was
aware
of
her
,
unescapably
real
.
"
Sweet
,
sweet
.
.
.
And
if
you
wanted
me
too
,
why
didn
’
t
you
.
.
.
"
The
whip
was
hanging
on
a
nail
by
the
door
,
ready
to
hand
against
the
arrival
of
reporters
.
In
a
frenzy
the
Savage
ran
back
to
the
house
,
seized
it
,
whirled
it
.
The
knotted
cords
bit
into
his
flesh
.
