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Bernard
had
suddenly
turned
and
rushed
away
.
Benito
stared
after
him
.
"
What
can
be
the
matter
with
the
fellow
?
"
he
wondered
,
and
,
shaking
his
head
,
decided
that
the
story
about
the
alcohol
having
been
put
into
the
poor
chap
’
s
blood
-
surrogate
must
be
true
.
"
Touched
his
brain
,
I
suppose
.
"
He
put
away
the
soma
bottle
,
and
taking
out
a
packet
of
sex
-
hormone
chewing
-
gum
,
stuffed
a
plug
into
his
cheek
and
walked
slowly
away
towards
the
hangars
,
ruminating
.
Henry
Foster
had
had
his
machine
wheeled
out
of
its
lock
-
up
and
,
when
Lenina
arrived
,
was
already
seated
in
the
cockpit
,
waiting
.
"
Four
minutes
late
,
"
was
all
his
comment
,
as
she
climbed
in
beside
him
.
He
started
the
engines
and
threw
the
helicopter
screws
into
gear
.
The
machine
shot
vertically
into
the
air
.
Henry
accelerated
;
the
humming
of
the
propeller
shrilled
from
hornet
to
wasp
,
from
wasp
to
mosquito
;
the
speedometer
showed
that
they
were
rising
at
the
best
part
of
two
kilometres
a
minute
.
London
diminished
beneath
them
.
The
huge
table
-
topped
buildings
were
no
more
,
in
a
few
seconds
,
than
a
bed
of
geometrical
mushrooms
sprouting
from
the
green
of
park
and
garden
.
In
the
midst
of
them
,
thin
-
stalked
,
a
taller
,
slenderer
fungus
,
the
Charing
-
T
Tower
lifted
towards
the
sky
a
disk
of
shining
concrete
.
Like
the
vague
torsos
of
fabulous
athletes
,
huge
fleshy
clouds
lolled
on
the
blue
air
above
their
heads
.
Out
of
one
of
them
suddenly
dropped
a
small
scarlet
insect
,
buzzing
as
it
fell
.
"
There
’
s
the
Red
Rocket
,
"
said
Henry
,
"
just
come
in
from
New
York
.
"
Looking
at
his
watch
.
"
Seven
minutes
behind
time
,
"
he
added
,
and
shook
his
head
.
"
These
Atlantic
services
–
they
’
re
really
scandalously
unpunctual
.
"
He
took
his
foot
off
the
accelerator
.
The
humming
of
the
screws
overhead
dropped
an
octave
and
a
half
,
back
through
wasp
and
hornet
to
bumble
bee
,
to
cockchafer
,
to
stag
-
beetle
.
The
upward
rush
of
the
machine
slackened
off
;
a
moment
later
they
were
hanging
motionless
in
the
air
.
Henry
pushed
at
a
lever
;
there
was
a
click
.
Slowly
at
first
,
then
faster
and
faster
,
till
it
was
a
circular
mist
before
their
eyes
,
the
propeller
in
front
of
them
began
to
revolve
.
The
wind
of
a
horizontal
speed
whistled
ever
more
shrilly
in
the
stays
.
Henry
kept
his
eye
on
the
revolution
-
counter
;
when
the
needle
touched
the
twelve
hundred
mark
,
he
threw
the
helicopter
screws
out
of
gear
.
The
machine
had
enough
forward
momentum
to
be
able
to
fly
on
its
planes
.
Lenina
looked
down
through
the
window
in
the
floor
between
her
feet
.
