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"
As
though
I
’
d
been
saying
something
shocking
,
"
thought
Lenina
.
"
He
couldn
’
t
look
more
upset
if
I
’
d
made
a
dirty
joke
–
asked
him
who
his
mother
was
,
or
something
like
that
.
"
"
I
mean
,
with
all
these
people
about
.
.
.
"
He
was
choked
with
confusion
.
Lenina
’
s
laugh
was
frank
and
wholly
unmalicious
.
"
How
funny
you
are
!
"
she
said
;
and
she
quite
genuinely
did
think
him
funny
.
"
You
’
ll
give
me
at
least
a
week
’
s
warning
,
won
’
t
you
,
"
she
went
on
in
another
tone
.
"
I
suppose
we
take
the
Blue
Pacific
Rocket
?
Does
it
start
from
the
Charing
-
T
Tower
?
Or
is
it
from
Hampstead
?
"
Before
Bernard
could
answer
,
the
lift
came
to
a
standstill
.
"
Roof
!
"
called
a
creaking
voice
.
The
liftman
was
a
small
simian
creature
,
dressed
in
the
black
tunic
of
an
Epsilon
-
Minus
Semi
-
Moron
.
"
Roof
!
"
He
flung
open
the
gates
.
The
warm
glory
of
afternoon
sunlight
made
him
start
and
blink
his
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
roof
!
"
he
repeated
in
a
voice
of
rapture
.
He
was
as
though
suddenly
and
joyfully
awakened
from
a
dark
annihilating
stupor
.
"
Roof
!
"
He
smiled
up
with
a
kind
of
doggily
expectant
adoration
into
the
faces
of
his
passengers
.
Talking
and
laughing
together
,
they
stepped
out
into
the
light
.
The
liftman
looked
after
them
.
"
Roof
?
"
he
said
once
more
,
questioningly
.
