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Then
a
bell
rang
,
and
from
the
ceiling
of
the
lift
a
loud
speaker
began
,
very
softly
and
yet
very
imperiously
,
to
issue
its
commands
.
"
Go
down
,
"
it
said
,
"
go
down
.
Floor
Eighteen
.
Go
down
,
go
down
.
Floor
Eighteen
.
Go
down
,
go
.
.
.
"
The
liftman
slammed
the
gates
,
touched
a
button
and
instantly
dropped
back
into
the
droning
twilight
of
the
well
,
the
twilight
of
his
own
habitual
stupor
.
It
was
warm
and
bright
on
the
roof
.
The
summer
afternoon
was
drowsy
with
the
hum
of
passing
helicopters
;
and
the
deeper
drone
of
the
rocket
-
planes
hastening
,
invisible
,
through
the
bright
sky
five
or
six
miles
overhead
was
like
a
caress
on
the
soft
air
.
Bernard
Marx
drew
a
deep
breath
.
He
looked
up
into
the
sky
and
round
the
blue
horizon
and
finally
down
into
Lenina
’
s
face
.
"
Isn
’
t
it
beautiful
!
"
His
voice
trembled
a
little
.
She
smiled
at
him
with
an
expression
of
the
most
sympathetic
understanding
.
"
Simply
perfect
for
Obstacle
Golf
,
"
she
answered
rapturously
.
"
And
now
I
must
fly
,
Bernard
.
Henry
gets
cross
if
I
keep
him
waiting
.
Let
me
know
in
good
time
about
the
date
.
"
And
waving
her
hand
she
ran
away
across
the
wide
flat
roof
towards
the
hangars
.
Bernard
stood
watching
the
retreating
twinkle
of
the
white
stockings
,
the
sunburnt
knees
vivaciously
bending
and
unbending
again
,
again
,
and
the
softer
rolling
of
those
well
-
fitted
corduroy
shorts
beneath
the
bottle
green
jacket
.
His
face
wore
an
expression
of
pain
.
"
I
should
say
she
was
pretty
,
"
said
a
loud
and
cheery
voice
just
behind
him
.
Bernard
started
and
looked
around
.
The
chubby
red
face
of
Benito
Hoover
was
beaming
down
at
him
–
beaming
with
manifest
cordiality
.
Benito
was
notoriously
good
-
natured
.
People
said
of
him
that
he
could
have
got
through
life
without
ever
touching
soma
.
The
malice
and
bad
tempers
from
which
other
people
had
to
take
holidays
never
afflicted
him
.
Reality
for
Benito
was
always
sunny
.
"
Pneumatic
too
.
And
how
!
"
Then
,
in
another
tone
:
"
But
,
I
say
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
you
do
look
glum
!
What
you
need
is
a
gramme
of
soma
.
"
Diving
into
his
right
-
hand
trouser
-
pocket
,
Benito
produced
a
phial
.
"
One
cubic
centimetre
cures
ten
gloomy
.
.
.
But
,
I
say
!
"
