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"
Orgy
-
porgy
,
"
the
dancers
caught
up
the
liturgical
refrain
,
"
Orgy
-
porgy
,
Ford
and
fun
,
kiss
the
girls
.
.
.
"
And
as
they
sang
,
the
lights
began
slowly
to
fade
–
to
fade
and
at
the
same
time
to
grow
warmer
,
richer
,
redder
,
until
at
last
they
were
dancing
in
the
crimson
twilight
of
an
Embryo
Store
.
"
Orgy
-
porgy
.
.
.
"
In
their
blood
-
coloured
and
foetal
darkness
the
dancers
continued
for
a
while
to
circulate
,
to
beat
and
beat
out
the
indefatigable
rhythm
.
"
Orgy
?
porgy
.
.
.
"
Then
the
circle
wavered
,
broke
,
fell
in
partial
disintegration
on
the
ring
of
couches
which
surrounded
–
circle
enclosing
circle
–
the
table
and
its
planetary
chairs
.
"
Orgy
-
porgy
.
.
.
"
Tenderly
the
deep
Voice
crooned
and
cooed
;
in
the
red
twilight
it
was
as
though
some
enormous
negro
dove
were
hovering
benevolently
over
the
now
prone
or
supine
dancers
.
They
were
standing
on
the
roof
;
Big
Henry
had
just
sung
eleven
.
The
night
was
calm
and
warm
.
"
Wasn
’
t
it
wonderful
?
"
said
Fifi
Bradlaugh
.
"
Wasn
’
t
it
simply
wonderful
?
"
She
looked
at
Bernard
with
an
expression
of
rapture
,
but
of
rapture
in
which
there
was
no
trace
of
agitation
or
excitement
–
for
to
be
excited
is
still
to
be
unsatisfied
.
Hers
was
the
calm
ecstasy
of
achieved
consummation
,
the
peace
,
not
of
mere
vacant
satiety
and
nothingness
,
but
of
balanced
life
,
of
energies
at
rest
and
in
equilibrium
.
A
rich
and
living
peace
For
the
Solidarity
Service
had
given
as
well
as
taken
,
drawn
off
only
to
replenish
.
She
was
full
,
she
was
made
perfect
,
she
was
still
more
than
merely
herself
.
"
Didn
’
t
you
think
it
was
wonderful
?
"
she
insisted
,
looking
into
Bernard
’
s
face
with
those
supernaturally
shining
eyes
.
"
Yes
,
I
thought
it
was
wonderful
,
"
he
lied
and
looked
away
;
the
sight
of
her
transfigured
face
was
at
once
an
accusation
and
an
ironical
reminder
of
his
own
separateness
.
He
was
as
miserably
isolated
now
as
he
had
been
when
the
service
began
–
more
isolated
by
reason
of
his
unreplenished
emptiness
,
his
dead
satiety
.
Separate
and
unatoned
,
while
the
others
were
being
fused
into
the
Greater
Being
;
alone
even
in
Morgana
’
s
embrace
–
much
more
alone
,
indeed
,
more
hopelessly
himself
than
he
had
ever
been
in
his
life
before
.
He
had
emerged
from
that
crimson
twilight
into
the
common
electric
glare
with
a
self
-
consciousness
intensified
to
the
pitch
of
agony
.
He
was
utterly
miserable
,
and
perhaps
(
her
shining
eyes
accused
him
)
,
perhaps
it
was
his
own
fault
.
"
Quite
wonderful
,
"
he
repeated
;
but
the
only
thing
he
could
think
of
was
Morgana
’
s
eyebrow
.
Odd
,
odd
,
odd
,
was
Lenina
’
s
verdict
on
Bernard
Marx
.
So
odd
,
indeed
,
that
in
the
course
of
the
succeeding
weeks
she
had
wondered
more
than
once
whether
she
shouldn
’
t
change
her
mind
about
the
New
Mexico
holiday
,
and
go
instead
to
the
North
Pole
with
Benito
Hoover
.
The
trouble
was
that
she
knew
the
North
Pole
,
had
been
there
with
George
Edzel
only
last
summer
,
and
what
was
more
,
found
it
pretty
grim
.
Nothing
to
do
,
and
the
hotel
too
hopelessly
old
-
fashioned
–
no
television
laid
on
in
the
bedrooms
,
no
scent
organ
,
only
the
most
putrid
synthetic
music
,
and
not
more
than
twenty
-
five
Escalator
-
Squash
Courts
for
over
two
hundred
guests
.
No
,
decidedly
she
couldn
’
t
face
the
North
Pole
again
.
Added
to
which
,
she
had
only
been
to
America
once
before
.
And
even
then
,
how
inadequately
!
A
cheap
week
-
end
in
New
York
–
had
it
been
with
Jean
-
Jacques
Habibullah
or
Bokanovsky
Jones
?
She
couldn
’
t
remember
.
Anyhow
,
it
was
of
absolutely
no
importance
.
The
prospect
of
flying
West
again
,
and
for
a
whole
week
,
was
very
inviting
.
Moreover
,
for
at
least
three
days
of
that
week
they
would
be
in
the
Savage
Reservation
.
Not
more
than
half
a
dozen
people
in
the
whole
Centre
had
ever
been
inside
a
Savage
Reservation
.
As
an
Alpha
-
Plus
psychologist
,
Bernard
was
one
of
the
few
men
she
knew
entitled
to
a
permit
.
For
Lenina
,
the
opportunity
was
unique
.
And
yet
,
so
unique
also
was
Bernard
’
s
oddness
that
she
had
hesitated
to
take
it
,
had
actually
thought
of
risking
the
Pole
again
with
funny
old
Benito
.
At
least
Benito
was
normal
.
Whereas
Bernard
.
.
.
"
Alcohol
in
his
blood
-
surrogate
,
"
was
Fanny
’
s
explanation
of
every
eccentricity
.
But
Henry
,
with
whom
,
one
evening
when
they
were
in
bed
together
,
Lenina
had
rather
anxiously
discussed
her
new
lover
,
Henry
had
compared
poor
Bernard
to
a
rhinoceros
.
"
You
can
’
t
teach
a
rhinoceros
tricks
,
"
he
had
explained
in
his
brief
and
vigorous
style
.
"
Some
men
are
almost
rhinoceroses
;
they
don
’
t
respond
properly
to
conditioning
.
Poor
Devils
!
Bernard
’
s
one
of
them
.
Luckily
for
him
,
he
’
s
pretty
good
at
his
job
.
Otherwise
the
Director
would
never
have
kept
him
.
However
,
"
he
added
consolingly
,
"
I
think
he
’
s
pretty
harmless
.
"
Pretty
harmless
,
perhaps
;
but
also
pretty
disquieting
.
That
mania
,
to
start
with
,
for
doing
things
in
private
.
Which
meant
,
in
practice
,
not
doing
anything
at
all
.
For
what
was
there
that
one
could
do
in
private
.
(
Apart
,
of
course
,
from
going
to
bed
:
but
one
couldn
’
t
do
that
all
the
time
.
)
Yes
,
what
was
there
?
Precious
little
.
The
first
afternoon
they
went
out
together
was
particularly
fine
.
Lenina
had
suggested
a
swim
at
Toquay
Country
Club
followed
by
dinner
at
the
Oxford
Union
.
But
Bernard
thought
there
would
be
too
much
of
a
crowd
.
Then
what
about
a
round
of
Electro
-
magnetic
Golf
at
St
.
Andrew
’
s
?
But
again
,
no
:
Bernard
considered
that
Electro
-
magnetic
Golf
was
a
waste
of
time
.
"
Then
what
’
s
time
for
?
"
asked
Lenina
in
some
astonishment
.
