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"
We
’
re
not
inviting
any
other
man
.
"
But
Helmholtz
remained
unshaken
even
by
this
delightful
promise
.
"
No
,
"
he
repeated
,
"
I
’
m
busy
.
"
And
he
held
resolutely
on
his
course
.
The
girls
trailed
after
him
.
It
was
not
till
he
had
actually
climbed
into
Bernard
’
s
plane
and
slammed
the
door
that
they
gave
up
pursuit
.
Not
without
reproaches
.
"
These
women
!
"
he
said
,
as
the
machine
rose
into
the
air
.
"
These
women
!
"
And
he
shook
his
head
,
he
frowned
.
"
Too
awful
,
"
Bernard
hypocritically
agreed
,
wishing
,
as
he
spoke
the
words
,
that
he
could
have
as
many
girls
as
Helmholtz
did
,
and
with
as
little
trouble
.
He
was
seized
with
a
sudden
urgent
need
to
boast
.
"
I
’
m
taking
Lenina
Crowne
to
New
Mexico
with
me
,
"
he
said
in
a
tone
as
casual
as
he
could
make
it
.
"
Are
you
?
"
said
Helmholtz
,
with
a
total
absence
of
interest
.
Then
after
a
little
pause
,
"
This
last
week
or
two
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
I
’
ve
been
cutting
all
my
committees
and
all
my
girls
.
You
can
’
t
imagine
what
a
hullabaloo
they
’
ve
been
making
about
it
at
the
College
.
Still
,
it
’
s
been
worth
it
,
I
think
.
The
effects
.
.
.
"
He
hesitated
.
"
Well
,
they
’
re
odd
,
they
’
re
very
odd
.
"
A
physical
shortcoming
could
produce
a
kind
of
mental
excess
.
The
process
,
it
seemed
,
was
reversible
.
Mental
excess
could
produce
,
for
its
own
purposes
,
the
voluntary
blindness
and
deafness
of
deliberate
solitude
,
the
artificial
impotence
of
asceticism
.
The
rest
of
the
short
flight
was
accomplished
in
silence
.
When
they
had
arrived
and
were
comfortably
stretched
out
on
the
pneumatic
sofas
in
Bernard
’
s
room
,
Helmholtz
began
again
.
Speaking
very
slowly
,
"
Did
you
ever
feel
,
"
he
asked
,
"
as
though
you
had
something
inside
you
that
was
only
waiting
for
you
to
give
it
a
chance
to
come
out
?
Some
sort
of
extra
power
that
you
aren
’
t
using
–
you
know
,
like
all
the
water
that
goes
down
the
falls
instead
of
through
the
turbines
?
"
He
looked
at
Bernard
questioningly
.
"
You
mean
all
the
emotions
one
might
be
feeling
if
things
were
different
?
"
Helmholtz
shook
his
head
.
"
Not
quite
.
I
’
m
thinking
of
a
queer
feeling
I
sometimes
get
,
a
feeling
that
I
’
ve
got
something
important
to
say
and
the
power
to
say
it
–
only
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
is
,
and
I
can
’
t
make
any
use
of
the
power
.
If
there
was
some
different
way
of
writing
.
.
.
Or
else
something
else
to
write
about
.
.
.
"
He
was
silent
;
then
,
"
You
see
,
"
he
went
on
at
last
,
"
I
’
m
pretty
good
at
inventing
phrases
–
you
know
,
the
sort
of
words
that
suddenly
make
you
jump
,
almost
as
though
you
’
d
sat
on
a
pin
,
they
seem
so
new
and
exciting
even
though
they
’
re
about
something
hypnopædically
obvious
.
But
that
doesn
’
t
seem
enough
.
It
’
s
not
enough
for
the
phrases
to
be
good
;
what
you
make
with
them
ought
to
be
good
too
.
"
