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"
Of
course
there
’
s
no
need
to
give
him
up
.
Have
somebody
else
from
time
to
time
,
that
’
s
all
.
He
has
other
girls
,
doesn
’
t
he
?
"
Lenina
admitted
it
.
"
Of
course
he
does
.
Trust
Henry
Foster
to
be
the
perfect
gentleman
–
always
correct
.
And
then
there
’
s
the
Director
to
think
of
.
You
know
what
a
stickler
.
.
.
"
Nodding
,
"
He
patted
me
on
the
behind
this
afternoon
,
"
said
Lenina
.
"
There
,
you
see
!
"
Fanny
was
triumphant
.
"
That
shows
what
he
stands
for
.
The
strictest
conventionality
.
"
"
Stability
,
"
said
the
Controller
,
"
stability
.
No
civilization
without
social
stability
.
No
social
stability
without
individual
stability
.
"
His
voice
was
a
trumpet
.
Listening
they
felt
larger
,
warmer
.
The
machine
turns
,
turns
and
must
keep
on
turning
–
for
ever
.
It
is
death
if
it
stands
still
.
A
thousand
millions
scrabbled
the
crust
of
the
earth
.
The
wheels
began
to
turn
.
In
a
hundred
and
fifty
years
there
were
two
thousand
millions
.
Stop
all
the
wheels
.
In
a
hundred
and
fifty
weeks
there
are
once
more
only
a
thousand
millions
;
a
thousand
thousand
thousand
men
and
women
have
starved
to
death
.
Wheels
must
turn
steadily
,
but
cannot
turn
untended
.
There
must
be
men
to
tend
them
,
men
as
steady
as
the
wheels
upon
their
axles
,
sane
men
,
obedient
men
,
stable
in
contentment
.
Crying
:
My
baby
,
my
mother
,
my
only
,
only
love
groaning
:
My
sin
,
my
terrible
God
;
screaming
with
pain
,
muttering
with
fever
,
bemoaning
old
age
and
poverty
–
how
can
they
tend
the
wheels
?
And
if
they
cannot
tend
the
wheels
.
.
.
The
corpses
of
a
thousand
thousand
thousand
men
and
women
would
be
hard
to
bury
or
burn
.
