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"
That
’
s
because
we
don
’
t
allow
them
to
be
like
that
.
We
preserve
them
from
diseases
.
We
keep
their
internal
secretions
artificially
balanced
at
a
youthful
equilibrium
.
We
don
’
t
permit
their
magnesium
-
calcium
ratio
to
fall
below
what
it
was
at
thirty
.
We
give
them
transfusion
of
young
blood
.
We
keep
their
metabolism
permanently
stimulated
.
So
,
of
course
,
they
don
’
t
look
like
that
.
Partly
,
"
he
added
,
"
because
most
of
them
die
long
before
they
reach
this
old
creature
’
s
age
.
Youth
almost
unimpaired
till
sixty
,
and
then
,
crack
!
the
end
.
"
But
Lenina
was
not
listening
.
She
was
watching
the
old
man
.
Slowly
,
slowly
he
came
down
.
His
feet
touched
the
ground
.
He
turned
.
In
their
deep
-
sunken
orbits
his
eyes
were
still
extraordinarily
bright
.
They
looked
at
her
for
a
long
moment
expressionlessly
,
without
surprise
,
as
though
she
had
not
been
there
at
all
.
Then
slowly
,
with
bent
back
the
old
man
hobbled
past
them
and
was
gone
.
"
But
it
’
s
terrible
,
"
Lenina
whispered
.
"
It
’
s
awful
.
We
ought
not
to
have
come
here
.
"
She
felt
in
her
pocket
for
her
soma
–
only
to
discover
that
,
by
some
unprecedented
oversight
,
she
had
left
the
bottle
down
at
the
rest
-
house
.
Bernard
’
s
pockets
were
also
empty
.
Lenina
was
left
to
face
the
horrors
of
Malpais
unaided
.
They
came
crowding
in
on
her
thick
and
fast
.
The
spectacle
of
two
young
women
giving
breast
to
their
babies
made
her
blush
and
turn
away
her
face
.
She
had
never
seen
anything
so
indecent
in
her
life
.
And
what
made
it
worse
was
that
,
instead
of
tactfully
ignoring
it
,
Bernard
proceeded
to
make
open
comments
on
this
revoltingly
viviparous
scene
.
Ashamed
,
now
that
the
effects
of
the
soma
had
worn
off
,
of
the
weakness
he
had
displayed
that
morning
in
the
hotel
,
he
went
out
of
his
way
to
show
himself
strong
and
unorthodox
.
"
What
a
wonderfully
intimate
relationship
,
"
he
said
,
deliberately
outrageous
.
"
And
what
an
intensity
of
feeling
it
must
generate
!
I
often
think
one
may
have
missed
something
in
not
having
had
a
mother
.
And
perhaps
you
’
ve
missed
something
in
not
being
a
mother
,
Lenina
.
Imagine
yourself
sitting
there
with
a
little
baby
of
your
own
.
.
.
.
"
"
Bernard
!
How
can
you
?
"
The
passage
of
an
old
woman
with
ophthalmia
and
a
disease
of
the
skin
distracted
her
from
her
indignation
.
"
Let
’
s
go
away
,
"
she
begged
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
it
.
"
But
at
this
moment
their
guide
came
back
and
,
beckoning
them
to
follow
,
led
the
way
down
the
narrow
street
between
the
houses
.
They
rounded
a
corner
.
A
dead
dog
was
lying
on
a
rubbish
heap
;
a
woman
with
a
goitre
was
looking
for
lice
in
the
hair
of
a
small
girl
.
Their
guide
halted
at
the
foot
of
a
ladder
,
raised
his
hand
perpendicularly
,
then
darted
it
horizontally
forward
.
They
did
what
he
mutely
commanded
–
climbed
the
ladder
and
walked
through
the
doorway
,
to
which
it
gave
access
,
into
a
long
narrow
room
,
rather
dark
and
smelling
of
smoke
and
cooked
grease
and
long
-
worn
,
long
-
unwashed
clothes
.
At
the
further
end
of
the
room
was
another
doorway
,
through
which
came
a
shaft
of
sundight
and
the
noise
,
very
loud
and
close
,
of
the
drums
.
