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They
waited
.
In
bowls
on
the
floor
were
the
remains
of
a
meal
,
perhaps
of
several
meals
.
The
door
opened
.
A
very
stout
blonde
squaw
stepped
across
the
threshold
and
stood
looking
at
the
strangers
staring
incredulously
,
her
mouth
open
.
Lenina
noticed
with
disgust
that
two
of
the
front
teeth
were
missing
.
And
the
colour
of
the
ones
that
remained
.
.
.
She
shuddered
.
It
was
worse
than
the
old
man
.
So
fat
.
And
all
the
lines
in
her
face
,
the
flabbiness
,
the
wrinkles
.
And
the
sagging
cheeks
,
with
those
purplish
blotches
.
And
the
red
veins
on
her
nose
,
the
bloodshot
eyes
.
And
that
neck
–
that
neck
;
and
the
blanket
she
wore
over
her
head
–
ragged
and
filthy
.
And
under
the
brown
sack
-
shaped
tunic
those
enormous
breasts
,
the
bulge
of
the
stomach
,
the
hips
.
Oh
,
much
worse
than
the
old
man
,
much
worse
!
And
suddenly
the
creature
burst
out
in
a
torrent
of
speech
,
rushed
at
her
with
outstretched
arms
and
–
Ford
!
Ford
!
it
was
too
revolting
,
in
another
moment
she
’
d
be
sick
–
pressed
her
against
the
bulge
,
the
bosom
,
and
began
to
kiss
her
.
Ford
!
to
kiss
,
slobberingly
,
and
smelt
too
horrible
,
obviously
never
had
a
bath
,
and
simply
reeked
of
that
beastly
stuff
that
was
put
into
Delta
and
Epsilon
bottles
(
no
,
it
wasn
’
t
true
about
Bernard
)
,
positively
stank
of
alcohol
.
She
broke
away
as
quickly
as
she
could
.
A
blubbered
and
distorted
face
confronted
her
;
the
creature
was
crying
.
"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
my
dear
.
"
The
torrent
of
words
flowed
sobbingly
.
"
If
you
knew
how
glad
–
after
all
these
years
!
A
civilized
face
.
Yes
,
and
civilized
clothes
.
Because
I
thought
I
should
never
see
a
piece
of
real
acetate
silk
again
.
"
She
fingered
the
sleeve
of
Lenina
’
s
shirt
.
The
nails
were
black
.
"
And
those
adorable
viscose
velveteen
shorts
!
Do
you
know
,
dear
,
I
’
ve
still
got
my
old
clothes
,
the
ones
I
came
in
,
put
away
in
a
box
.
I
’
ll
show
them
you
afterwards
.
Though
,
of
course
,
the
acetate
has
all
gone
into
holes
.
But
such
a
lovely
white
bandolier
–
though
I
must
say
your
green
morocco
is
even
lovelier
.
Not
that
it
did
me
much
good
,
that
bandolier
.
"
Her
tears
began
to
flow
again
.
"
I
suppose
John
told
you
.
What
I
had
to
suffer
–
and
not
a
gramme
of
soma
to
be
had
.
Only
a
drink
of
mescal
every
now
and
then
,
when
Popé
used
to
bring
it
.
Popé
is
a
boy
I
used
to
know
.
But
it
makes
you
feel
so
bad
afterwards
.
the
mescal
does
,
and
you
’
re
sick
with
the
peyotl
;
besides
it
always
made
that
awful
feeling
of
being
ashamed
much
worse
the
next
day
.
And
I
was
so
ashamed
.
Just
think
of
it
:
me
,
a
Beta
–
having
a
baby
:
put
yourself
in
my
place
.
(
The
mere
suggestion
made
Lenina
shudder
.
)
"
Though
it
wasn
’
t
my
fault
,
I
swear
;
because
I
still
don
’
t
know
how
it
happened
,
seeing
that
I
did
all
the
Malthusian
Drill
–
you
know
,
by
numbers
,
One
,
two
,
three
,
four
,
always
,
I
swear
it
;
but
all
the
same
it
happened
,
and
of
course
there
wasn
’
t
anything
like
an
Abortion
Centre
here
.
Is
it
still
down
in
Chelsea
,
by
the
way
?
"
she
asked
.
Lenina
nodded
.
"
And
still
floodlighted
on
Tuesdays
and
Fridays
?
"
Lenina
nodded
again
.
"
That
lovely
pink
glass
tower
!
"
Poor
Linda
lifted
her
face
and
with
closed
eyes
ecstatically
contemplated
the
bright
remembered
image
.
"
And
the
river
at
night
,
"
she
whispered
.
Great
tears
oozed
slowly
out
from
behind
her
tight
-
shut
eyelids
.
"
And
flying
back
in
the
evening
from
Stoke
Poges
.
And
then
a
hot
bath
and
vibro
-
vacuum
massage
.
.
.
But
there
.
"
She
drew
a
deep
breath
,
shook
her
head
,
opened
her
eyes
again
,
sniffed
once
or
twice
,
then
blew
her
nose
on
her
fingers
and
wiped
them
on
the
skirt
of
her
tunic
.
"
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
sorry
,
"
she
said
in
response
to
Lenina
’
s
involuntary
grimace
of
disgust
.
"
I
oughtn
’
t
to
have
done
that
.
I
’
m
sorry
.
But
what
are
you
to
do
when
there
aren
’
t
any
handkerchiefs
?
I
remember
how
it
used
to
upset
me
,
all
that
dirt
,
and
nothing
being
aseptic
.
I
had
an
awful
cut
on
my
head
when
they
first
brought
me
here
.
You
can
’
t
imagine
what
they
used
to
put
on
it
.
Filth
,
just
filth
.
’
Civilization
is
Sterilization
,
’
I
used
to
say
t
them
.
And
’
Streptocock
-
Gee
to
Banbury
-
T
,
to
see
a
fine
bathroom
and
W
.
C
.
’
as
though
they
were
children
.
But
of
course
they
didn
’
t
understand
.
How
should
they
?
And
in
the
end
I
suppose
I
got
used
to
it
.
And
anyhow
,
how
can
you
keep
things
clean
when
there
isn
’
t
hot
water
laid
on
?
And
look
at
these
clothes
.
This
beastly
wool
isn
’
t
like
acetate
.
It
lasts
and
lasts
.
And
you
’
re
supposed
to
mend
it
if
it
gets
torn
.
But
I
’
m
a
Beta
;
I
worked
in
the
Fertilizing
Room
;
nobody
ever
taught
me
to
do
anything
like
that
.
It
wasn
’
t
my
business
.
Besides
,
it
never
used
to
be
right
to
mend
clothes
.
Throw
them
away
when
they
’
ve
got
holes
in
them
and
buy
new
.
’
The
more
stitches
,
the
less
riches
.
’
Isn
’
t
that
right
?
Mending
’
s
anti
-
social
.
But
it
’
s
all
different
here
.
It
’
s
like
living
with
lunatics
.
Everything
they
do
is
mad
.
"
She
looked
round
;
saw
John
and
Bernard
had
left
them
and
were
walking
up
and
down
in
the
dust
and
garbage
outside
the
house
;
but
,
none
the
less
confidentially
lowering
her
voice
,
and
leaning
,
while
Lenina
stiffened
and
shrank
,
so
close
that
the
blown
reek
of
embryo
-
poison
stirred
the
hair
on
her
cheek
.
"
For
instance
,
"
she
hoarsely
whispered
,
"
take
the
way
they
have
one
another
here
.
Mad
,
I
tell
you
,
absolutely
mad
.
Everybody
belongs
to
every
one
else
–
don
’
t
they
?
don
’
t
they
?
"
she
insisted
,
tugging
at
Lenina
’
s
sleeve
.
Lenina
nodded
her
averted
head
,
let
out
the
breath
she
had
been
holding
and
managed
to
draw
another
one
,
relatively
untainted
.
"
Well
,
here
,
"
the
other
went
on
,
"
nobody
’
s
supposed
to
belong
to
more
than
one
person
.
And
if
you
have
people
in
the
ordinary
way
,
the
others
think
you
’
re
wicked
and
anti
-
social
.
They
hate
and
despise
you
.
Once
a
lot
of
women
came
and
made
a
scene
because
their
men
came
to
see
me
.
Well
,
why
not
?
And
then
they
rushed
at
me
.
.
.
No
,
it
was
too
awful
.
I
can
’
t
tell
you
about
it
.
"
Linda
covered
her
face
with
her
hands
and
shuddered
.
"
They
’
re
so
hateful
,
the
women
here
.
Mad
,
mad
and
cruel
.
And
of
course
they
don
’
t
know
anything
about
Malthusian
Drill
,
or
bottles
,
or
decanting
,
or
anything
of
that
sort
.
So
they
’
re
having
children
all
the
time
–
like
dogs
.
It
’
s
too
revolting
.
And
to
think
that
I
.
.
.
Oh
,
Ford
,
Ford
,
Ford
!
And
yet
John
was
a
great
comfort
to
me
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
should
have
done
without
him
.
Even
though
he
did
get
so
upset
whenever
a
man
.
.
.
Quite
as
a
tiny
boy
,
even
.
Once
(
but
that
was
when
he
was
bigger
)
he
tried
to
kill
poor
Waihusiwa
–
or
was
it
Popé
?
–
just
because
I
used
to
have
them
sometimes
.
Because
I
never
could
make
him
understand
that
that
was
what
civilized
people
ought
to
do
.
Being
mad
’
s
infectious
I
believe
.
Anyhow
,
John
seems
to
have
caught
it
from
the
Indians
.
Because
,
of
course
,
he
was
with
them
a
lot
.
Even
though
they
always
were
so
beastly
to
him
and
wouldn
’
t
let
him
do
all
the
things
the
other
boys
did
Which
was
a
good
thing
in
a
way
,
because
it
made
it
easier
for
me
to
condition
him
a
little
.
Though
you
’
ve
no
idea
how
difficult
that
is
.
There
’
s
so
much
one
doesn
’
t
know
;
it
wasn
’
t
my
business
to
know
.
I
mean
,
when
a
child
asks
you
how
a
helicopter
works
or
who
made
the
world
–
well
,
what
are
you
to
answer
if
you
’
re
a
Beta
and
have
always
worked
in
the
Fertilizing
Room
?
What
are
you
to
answer
?
"
