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He
opened
the
door
of
his
lock
-
up
and
called
to
a
lounging
couple
of
Delta
-
Minus
attendants
to
come
and
push
his
machine
out
on
to
the
roof
.
The
hangars
were
staffed
by
a
single
Bokanovsky
Group
,
and
the
men
were
twins
,
identically
small
,
black
and
hideous
.
Bernard
gave
his
orders
in
the
sharp
,
rather
arrogant
and
even
offensive
tone
of
one
who
does
not
feel
himself
too
secure
in
his
superiority
.
To
have
dealings
with
members
of
the
lower
castes
was
always
,
for
Bernard
,
a
most
distressing
experience
.
For
whatever
the
cause
(
and
the
current
gossip
about
the
alcohol
in
his
blood
-
surrogate
may
very
likely
–
for
accidents
will
happen
–
have
been
true
)
Bernard
’
s
physique
as
hardly
better
than
that
of
the
average
Gamma
.
He
stood
eight
centimetres
short
of
the
standard
Alpha
height
and
was
slender
in
proportion
.
Contact
with
members
of
he
lower
castes
always
reminded
him
painfully
of
this
physical
inadequacy
.
"
I
am
I
,
and
wish
I
wasn
’
t
"
;
his
self
-
consciousness
was
acute
and
stressing
.
Each
time
he
found
himself
looking
on
the
level
,
instead
of
downward
,
into
a
Delta
’
s
face
,
he
felt
humiliated
.
Would
the
creature
treat
him
with
the
respect
due
to
his
caste
?
The
question
haunted
him
.
Not
without
reason
.
For
Gammas
,
Deltas
and
Epsilons
had
been
to
some
extent
conditioned
to
associate
corporeal
mass
with
social
superiority
.
Indeed
,
a
faint
hypnopædic
prejudice
in
favour
of
size
was
universal
.
Hence
the
laughter
of
the
women
to
whom
he
made
proposals
,
the
practical
joking
of
his
equals
among
the
men
.
The
mockery
made
him
feel
an
outsider
;
and
feeling
an
outsider
he
behaved
like
one
,
which
increased
the
prejudice
against
him
and
intensified
the
contempt
and
hostility
aroused
by
his
physical
defects
.
Which
in
turn
increased
his
sense
of
being
alien
and
alone
.
A
chronic
fear
of
being
slighted
made
him
avoid
his
equals
,
made
him
stand
,
where
his
inferiors
were
concerned
,
self
-
consciously
on
his
dignity
.
How
bitterly
he
envied
men
like
Henry
Foster
and
Benito
Hoover
!
Men
who
never
had
to
shout
at
an
Epsilon
to
get
an
order
obeyed
;
men
who
took
their
position
for
granted
;
men
who
moved
through
the
caste
system
as
a
fish
through
water
–
so
utterly
at
home
as
to
be
unaware
either
of
themselves
or
of
the
beneficent
and
comfortable
element
in
which
they
had
their
being
.
Slackly
,
it
seemed
to
him
,
and
with
reluctance
,
the
twin
attendants
wheeled
his
plane
out
on
the
roof
.
"
Hurry
up
!
"
said
Bernard
irritably
.
One
of
them
glanced
at
him
.
Was
that
a
kind
of
bestial
derision
that
he
detected
in
those
blank
grey
eyes
?
"
Hurry
up
!
"
he
shouted
more
loudly
,
and
there
was
an
ugly
rasp
in
his
voice
.
He
climbed
into
the
plane
and
,
a
minute
later
,
was
flying
southwards
,
towards
the
river
.
The
various
Bureaux
of
Propaganda
and
the
College
of
Emotional
Engineering
were
housed
in
a
single
sixty
-
story
building
in
Fleet
Street
.
In
the
basement
and
on
the
low
floors
were
the
presses
and
offices
of
the
three
great
London
newspapers
–
The
Hourly
Radio
,
an
upper
-
caste
sheet
,
the
pale
green
Gamma
Gazette
,
and
,
on
khaki
paper
and
in
words
exclusively
of
one
syllable
,
The
Delta
Mirror
.
Then
came
the
Bureaux
of
Propaganda
by
Television
,
by
Feeling
Picture
,
and
by
Synthetic
Voice
and
Music
respectively
–
twenty
-
two
floors
of
them
.
Above
were
the
search
laboratories
and
the
padded
rooms
in
which
Sound
-
Track
Writers
and
Synthetic
Composers
did
the
delicate
work
.
The
top
eighteen
floors
were
occupied
the
College
of
Emotional
Engineering
.
Bernard
landed
on
the
roof
of
Propaganda
House
and
stepped
out
.
"
Ring
down
to
Mr
.
Helmholtz
Watson
,
"
he
ordered
the
Gamma
-
Plus
porter
,
"
and
tell
him
that
Mr
.
Bernard
Marx
is
waiting
for
him
on
the
roof
.
"
