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"
But
your
things
are
good
,
Helmholtz
.
"
"
Oh
,
as
far
as
they
go
.
"
Helmholtz
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
But
they
go
such
a
little
way
.
They
aren
’
t
important
enough
,
somehow
.
I
feel
I
could
do
something
much
more
important
.
Yes
,
and
more
intense
,
more
violent
.
But
what
?
What
is
there
more
important
to
say
?
And
how
can
one
be
violent
about
the
sort
of
things
one
’
s
expected
to
write
about
?
Words
can
be
like
X
-
rays
,
if
you
use
them
properly
–
they
’
ll
go
through
anything
.
You
read
and
you
’
re
pierced
.
That
’
s
one
of
the
things
I
try
to
teach
my
students
–
how
to
write
piercingly
.
But
what
on
earth
’
s
the
good
of
being
pierced
by
an
article
about
a
Community
Sing
,
or
the
latest
improvement
in
scent
organs
?
Besides
,
can
you
make
words
really
piercing
–
you
know
,
like
the
very
hardest
X
-
rays
–
when
you
’
re
writing
about
that
sort
of
thing
?
Can
you
say
something
about
nothing
?
That
’
s
what
it
finally
boils
down
to
.
I
try
and
I
try
.
.
.
"
"
Hush
!
"
said
Bernard
suddenly
,
and
lifted
a
warning
finger
;
they
listened
.
"
I
believe
there
’
s
somebody
at
the
door
,
"
he
whispered
.
Helmholtz
got
up
,
tiptoed
across
the
room
,
and
with
a
sharp
quick
movement
flung
the
door
wide
open
.
There
was
,
of
course
,
nobody
there
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Bernard
,
feeling
and
looking
uncomfortably
foolish
.
"
I
suppose
I
’
ve
got
things
on
my
nerves
a
bit
.
When
people
are
suspicious
with
you
,
you
start
being
suspicious
with
them
.
"
He
passed
his
hand
across
his
eyes
,
he
sighed
,
his
voice
became
plaintive
.
He
was
justifying
himself
"
If
you
knew
what
I
’
d
had
to
put
up
with
recently
,
"
he
said
almost
tearfully
–
and
the
uprush
of
his
self
-
pity
was
like
a
fountain
suddenly
released
.
"
If
you
only
knew
!
"
Helmholtz
Watson
listened
with
a
certain
sense
of
discomfort
.
"
Poor
little
Bernard
!
"
he
said
to
himself
.
But
at
the
same
time
he
felt
rather
ashamed
for
his
friend
.
He
wished
Bernard
would
show
a
little
more
pride
.
By
eight
o
’
clock
the
light
was
failing
.
The
loud
speaker
in
the
tower
of
the
Stoke
Poges
Club
House
began
,
in
a
more
than
human
tenor
,
to
announce
the
closing
of
the
courses
.
Lenina
and
Henry
abandoned
their
game
and
walked
back
towards
the
Club
.
From
the
grounds
of
the
Internal
and
External
Secretion
Trust
came
the
lowing
of
those
thousands
of
cattle
which
provided
,
with
their
hormones
and
their
milk
,
the
raw
materials
for
the
great
factory
at
Farnham
Royal
.
