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"
But
I
do
want
to
.
"
"
Very
well
,
then
,
"
said
Bernard
;
and
it
was
almost
a
threat
.
Their
permit
required
the
signature
of
the
Warden
of
the
Reservation
,
at
whose
office
next
morning
they
duly
presented
themselves
.
An
Epsilon
-
Plus
negro
porter
took
in
Bernard
’
s
card
,
and
they
were
admitted
almost
immnediately
.
The
Warden
was
a
blond
and
brachycephalic
Alpha
-
Minus
,
short
,
red
,
moon
-
faced
,
and
broad
-
shouldered
,
with
a
loud
booming
voice
,
very
well
adapted
to
the
utterance
of
hypnopædic
wisdom
.
He
was
a
mine
of
irrelevant
information
and
unasked
-
for
good
advice
.
Once
started
,
he
went
on
and
on
–
boomingly
.
"
.
.
.
five
hundred
and
sixty
thousand
square
kilometres
,
divided
into
four
distinct
Sub
-
Reservations
,
each
surrounded
by
a
high
-
tension
wire
fence
.
"
At
this
moment
,
and
for
no
apparent
reason
,
Bernard
suddenly
remembered
that
he
had
left
the
Eau
de
Cologne
tap
in
his
bathroom
wide
open
and
running
.
"
.
.
.
supplied
with
current
from
the
Grand
Canyon
hydro
?
electric
station
.
"
"
Cost
me
a
fortune
by
the
time
I
get
back
.
"
With
his
mind
’
s
eye
,
Bernard
saw
the
needle
on
the
scent
meter
creeping
round
and
round
,
antlike
,
indefatigable
.
"
Quickly
telephone
to
Helmholtz
Watson
.
"
"
.
.
.
upwards
of
five
thousand
kilometres
of
fencing
at
sixty
thousand
volts
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
say
so
,
"
said
Lenina
politely
,
not
knowing
in
the
least
what
the
Warden
had
said
,
but
taking
her
cue
from
his
dramatic
pause
.
When
the
Warden
started
booming
,
she
had
inconspicuously
swallowed
half
a
gramme
of
soma
,
with
the
result
that
she
could
now
sit
,
serenely
not
listening
,
thinking
of
nothing
at
all
,
but
with
her
large
blue
eyes
fixed
on
the
Warden
’
s
face
in
an
expression
of
rapt
attention
.
