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They
were
flying
over
the
six
kilometre
zone
of
park
-
land
that
separated
Central
London
from
its
first
ring
of
satellite
suburbs
.
The
green
was
maggoty
with
fore
-
shortened
life
.
Forests
of
Centrifugal
Bumble
-
puppy
towers
gleamed
between
the
trees
.
Near
Shepherd
’
s
Bush
two
thousand
Beta
-
Minus
mixed
doubles
were
playing
Riemann
-
surface
tennis
.
A
double
row
of
Escalator
Fives
Courts
lined
the
main
road
from
Notting
Hill
to
Willesden
.
In
the
Ealing
stadium
a
Delta
gymnastic
display
and
community
sing
was
in
progress
.
"
What
a
hideous
colour
khaki
is
,
"
remarked
Lenina
,
voicing
the
hypnopædic
prejudices
of
her
caste
.
The
buildings
of
the
Hounslow
Feely
Studio
covered
seven
and
a
half
hectares
.
Near
them
a
black
and
khaki
army
of
labourers
was
busy
revitrifying
the
surface
of
the
Great
West
Road
.
One
of
the
huge
travelling
crucibles
was
being
tapped
as
they
flew
over
.
The
molten
stone
poured
out
in
a
stream
of
dazzling
incandescence
across
the
road
,
the
asbestos
rollers
came
and
went
;
at
the
tail
of
an
insulated
watering
cart
the
steam
rose
in
white
clouds
.
At
Brentford
the
Television
Corporation
’
s
factory
was
like
a
small
town
.
"
They
must
be
changing
the
shift
,
"
said
Lenina
.
Like
aphides
and
ants
,
the
leaf
-
green
Gamma
girls
,
the
black
Semi
-
Morons
swarmed
round
the
entrances
,
or
stood
in
queues
to
take
their
places
in
the
monorail
tram
?
cars
.
Mulberry
-
coloured
Beta
-
Minuses
came
and
went
among
the
crowd
.
The
roof
of
the
main
building
was
alive
with
the
alighting
and
departure
of
helicopters
.
"
My
word
,
"
said
Lenina
,
"
I
’
m
glad
I
’
m
not
a
Gamma
.
"
Ten
minutes
later
they
were
at
Stoke
Poges
and
had
started
their
first
round
of
Obstacle
Golf
.
WITH
eyes
for
the
most
part
downcast
and
,
if
ever
they
lighted
on
a
fellow
creature
,
at
once
and
furtively
averted
,
Bernard
hastened
across
the
roof
.
He
was
like
a
man
pursued
,
but
pursued
by
enemies
he
does
not
wish
to
see
,
lest
they
should
seem
more
hostile
even
than
he
had
supposed
,
and
he
himself
be
made
to
feel
guiltier
and
even
more
helplessly
alone
.
"
That
horrible
Benito
Hoover
!
"
And
yet
the
man
had
meant
well
enough
.
Which
only
made
it
,
in
a
way
,
much
worse
.
Those
who
meant
well
behaved
in
the
same
way
as
those
who
meant
badly
.
Even
Lenina
was
making
him
suffer
.
He
remembered
those
weeks
of
timid
indecision
,
during
which
he
had
looked
and
longed
and
despaired
of
ever
having
the
courage
to
ask
her
.
Dared
he
face
the
risk
of
being
humiliated
by
a
contemptuous
refusal
?
But
if
she
were
to
say
yes
,
what
rapture
!
Well
,
now
she
had
said
it
and
he
was
still
wretched
–
wretched
that
she
should
have
thought
it
such
a
perfect
afternoon
for
Obstacle
Golf
,
that
she
should
have
trotted
away
to
join
Henry
Foster
,
that
she
should
have
found
him
funny
for
not
wanting
to
talk
of
their
most
private
affairs
in
public
.
Wretched
,
in
a
word
,
because
she
had
behaved
as
any
healthy
and
virtuous
English
girl
ought
to
behave
and
not
in
some
other
,
abnormal
,
extraordinary
way
.
