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"
Bottle
of
mine
,
it
’
s
you
I
’
ve
always
wanted
!
Bottle
of
mine
,
why
was
I
ever
decanted
?
Skies
are
blue
inside
of
you
,
The
weather
’
s
always
fine
;
For
There
ain
’
t
no
Bottle
in
all
the
world
Like
that
dear
little
Bottle
of
mine
.
"
Five
-
stepping
with
the
other
four
hundred
round
and
round
Westminster
Abbey
,
Lenina
and
Henry
were
yet
dancing
in
another
world
–
the
warm
,
the
richly
coloured
,
the
infinitely
friendly
world
of
soma
-
holiday
.
How
kind
,
how
good
-
looking
,
how
delightfully
amusing
every
one
was
!
"
Bottle
of
mine
,
it
’
s
you
I
’
ve
always
wanted
.
.
.
"
But
Lenina
and
Henry
had
what
they
wanted
.
.
.
They
were
inside
,
here
and
now
-
safely
inside
with
the
fine
weather
,
the
perennially
blue
sky
.
And
when
,
exhausted
,
the
Sixteen
had
laid
by
their
saxophones
and
the
Synthetic
Music
apparatus
was
producing
the
very
latest
in
slow
Malthusian
Blues
,
they
might
have
been
twin
embryos
gently
rocking
together
on
the
waves
of
a
bottled
ocean
of
blood
-
surrogate
.
"
Good
-
night
,
dear
friends
.
Good
-
night
,
dear
friends
.
"
The
loud
speakers
veiled
their
commands
in
a
genial
and
musical
politeness
.
"
Good
-
night
,
dear
friends
.
.
.
"
Obediently
,
with
all
the
others
,
Lenina
and
Henry
left
the
building
.
The
depressing
stars
had
travelled
quite
some
way
across
the
heavens
.
But
though
the
separating
screen
of
the
sky
-
signs
had
now
to
a
great
extent
dissolved
,
the
two
young
people
still
retained
their
happy
ignorance
of
the
night
.
