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Anyhow
she
was
pneumatic
,
particularly
pneumatic
;
I
remember
that
.
Well
,
we
went
there
,
and
we
looked
at
the
savages
,
and
we
rode
about
on
horses
and
all
that
.
And
then
–
it
was
almost
the
last
day
of
my
leave
–
then
.
.
.
well
,
she
got
lost
.
We
’
d
gone
riding
up
one
of
those
revolting
mountains
,
and
it
was
horribly
hot
and
oppressive
,
and
after
lunch
we
went
to
sleep
.
Or
at
least
I
did
.
She
must
have
gone
for
a
walk
,
alone
.
At
any
rate
,
when
I
woke
up
,
she
wasn
’
t
there
.
And
the
most
frightful
thunderstorm
I
’
ve
ever
seen
was
just
bursting
on
us
.
And
it
poured
and
roared
and
flashed
;
and
the
horses
broke
loose
and
ran
away
;
and
I
fell
down
,
trying
to
catch
them
,
and
hurt
my
knee
,
so
that
I
could
hardly
walk
.
Still
,
I
searched
and
I
shouted
and
I
searched
.
But
there
was
no
sign
of
her
.
Then
I
thought
she
must
have
gone
back
to
the
rest
-
house
by
herself
.
So
I
crawled
down
into
the
valley
by
the
way
we
had
come
.
My
knee
was
agonizingly
painful
,
and
I
’
d
lost
my
soma
.
It
took
me
hours
.
I
didn
’
t
get
back
to
the
rest
-
house
till
after
midnight
.
And
she
wasn
’
t
there
;
she
wasn
’
t
there
,
"
the
Director
repeated
.
There
was
a
silence
.
"
Well
,
"
he
resumed
at
last
,
"
the
next
day
there
was
a
search
.
But
we
couldn
’
t
find
her
.
She
must
have
fallen
into
a
gully
somewhere
;
or
been
eaten
by
a
mountain
lion
.
Ford
knows
.
Anyhow
it
was
horrible
.
It
upset
me
very
much
at
the
time
.
More
than
it
ought
to
have
done
,
I
dare
say
.
Because
,
after
all
,
it
’
s
the
sort
of
accident
that
might
have
happened
to
any
one
;
and
,
of
course
,
the
social
body
persists
although
the
component
cells
may
change
.
"
But
this
sleep
-
taught
consolation
did
not
seem
to
be
very
effective
.
Shaking
his
head
,
"
I
actually
dream
about
it
sometimes
,
"
the
Director
went
on
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Dream
of
being
woken
up
by
that
peal
of
thunder
and
finding
her
gone
;
dream
of
searching
and
searching
for
her
under
the
trees
.
"
He
lapsed
into
the
silence
of
reminiscence
.
"
You
must
have
had
a
terrible
shock
,
"
said
Bernard
,
almost
enviously
.
At
the
sound
of
his
voice
the
Director
started
into
a
guilty
realization
of
where
he
was
;
shot
a
glance
at
Bernard
,
and
averting
his
eyes
,
blushed
darkly
;
looked
at
him
again
with
sudden
suspicion
and
,
angrily
on
his
dignity
,
"
Don
’
t
imagine
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
I
’
d
had
any
indecorous
relation
with
the
girl
.
Nothing
emotional
,
nothing
long
-
drawn
.
It
was
all
perfectly
healthy
and
normal
.
"
He
handed
Bernard
the
permit
.
"
I
really
don
’
t
know
why
I
bored
you
with
this
trivial
anecdote
.
"
Furious
with
himself
for
having
given
away
a
discreditable
secret
,
he
vented
his
rage
on
Bernard
.
The
look
in
his
eyes
was
now
frankly
malignant
.
"
And
I
should
like
to
take
this
opportunity
,
Mr
.
Marx
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
of
saying
that
I
’
m
not
at
all
pleased
with
the
reports
I
receive
of
your
behaviour
outside
working
hours
.
You
may
say
that
this
is
not
my
business
.
But
it
is
.
I
have
the
good
name
of
the
Centre
to
think
of
.
My
workers
must
be
above
suspicion
,
particularly
those
of
the
highest
castes
.
Alphas
are
so
conditioned
that
they
do
not
have
to
be
infantile
in
their
emotional
behaviour
.
But
that
is
all
the
more
reason
for
their
making
a
special
effort
to
conform
.
lt
is
their
duty
to
be
infantile
,
even
against
their
inclination
.
And
so
,
Mr
.
Marx
,
I
give
you
fair
warning
.
"
The
Director
’
s
voice
vibrated
with
an
indignation
that
had
now
become
wholly
righteous
and
impersonal
–
was
the
expression
of
the
disapproval
of
Society
itself
.
"
If
ever
I
hear
again
of
any
lapse
from
a
proper
standard
of
infantile
decorum
,
I
shall
ask
for
your
transference
to
a
Sub
-
Centre
–
preferably
to
Iceland
.
Good
morning
.
"
And
swivelling
round
in
his
chair
,
he
picked
up
his
pen
and
began
to
write
.
"
That
’
ll
teach
him
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
But
he
was
mistaken
.
For
Bernard
left
the
room
with
a
swagger
,
exulting
,
as
he
banged
the
door
behind
him
,
in
the
thought
that
he
stood
alone
,
embattled
against
the
order
of
things
;
elated
by
the
intoxicating
consciousness
of
his
individual
significance
and
importance
.
Even
the
thought
of
persecution
left
him
undismayed
,
was
rather
tonic
than
depressing
.
He
felt
strong
enough
to
meet
and
overcome
affliction
,
strong
enough
to
face
even
Iceland
.
And
this
confidence
was
the
greater
for
his
not
for
a
moment
really
believing
that
he
would
be
called
upon
to
face
anything
at
all
.
People
simply
weren
’
t
transferred
for
things
like
that
.
Iceland
was
just
a
threat
.
A
most
stimulating
and
life
-
giving
threat
.
Walking
along
the
corridor
,
he
actually
whistled
.
Heroic
was
the
account
he
gave
that
evening
of
his
interview
with
the
D
.
H
.
C
.
"
Whereupon
,
"
it
concluded
,
"
I
simply
told
him
to
go
to
the
Bottomless
Past
and
marched
out
of
the
room
.
And
that
was
that
.
"
He
looked
at
Helmholtz
Watson
expectantly
,
awaiting
his
due
reward
of
sympathy
,
encouragement
,
admiration
.
But
no
word
came
.
Helmholtz
sat
silent
,
staring
at
the
floor
.
He
liked
Bernard
;
he
was
grateful
to
him
for
being
the
only
man
of
his
acquaintance
with
whom
he
could
talk
about
the
subjects
he
felt
to
be
important
.
Nevertheless
,
there
were
things
in
Bernard
which
he
hated
.
This
boasting
,
for
example
.
And
the
outbursts
of
an
abject
self
-
pity
with
which
it
alternated
.
And
his
deplorable
habit
of
being
bold
after
the
event
,
and
full
,
in
absence
,
of
the
most
extraordinary
presence
of
mind
.
He
hated
these
things
–
just
because
he
liked
Bernard
.
The
seconds
passed
.
Helmholtz
continued
to
stare
at
the
floor
.
And
suddenly
Bernard
blushed
and
turned
away
.
§
3
