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Buzz
,
buzz
!
the
hive
was
humming
,
busily
,
joyfully
.
Blithe
was
the
singing
of
the
young
girls
over
their
test
-
tubes
,
the
Predestinators
whistled
as
they
worked
,
and
in
the
Decanting
Room
what
glorious
jokes
were
cracked
above
the
empty
bottles
!
But
the
Director
’
s
face
,
as
he
entered
the
Fertilizing
Room
with
Henry
Foster
,
was
grave
,
wooden
with
severity
.
"
A
public
example
,
"
he
was
saying
.
"
In
this
room
,
because
it
contains
more
high
-
caste
workers
than
any
other
in
the
Centre
.
I
have
told
him
to
meet
me
here
at
half
-
past
two
.
"
"
He
does
his
work
very
well
,
"
put
in
Henry
,
with
hypocritical
generosity
.
"
I
know
.
But
that
’
s
all
the
more
reason
for
severity
.
His
intellectual
eminence
carries
with
it
corresponding
moral
responsibilities
.
The
greater
a
man
’
s
talents
,
the
greater
his
power
to
lead
astray
.
It
is
better
that
one
should
suffer
than
that
many
should
be
corrupted
.
Consider
the
matter
dispassionately
,
Mr
.
Foster
,
and
you
will
see
that
no
offence
is
so
heinous
as
unorthodoxy
of
behaviour
.
Murder
kills
only
the
individual
–
and
,
after
all
,
what
is
an
individual
?
"
With
a
sweeping
gesture
he
indicated
the
rows
of
microscopes
,
the
test
-
tubes
,
the
incubators
.
"
We
can
make
a
new
one
with
the
greatest
ease
–
as
many
as
we
like
.
Unorthodoxy
threatens
more
than
the
life
of
a
mere
individual
;
it
strikes
at
Society
itself
.
Yes
,
at
Society
itself
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
Ah
,
but
here
he
comes
.
"
Bernard
had
entered
the
room
and
was
advancing
between
the
rows
of
fertilizers
towards
them
.
A
veneer
of
jaunty
self
-
confidence
thinly
concealed
his
nervousness
.
The
voice
in
which
he
said
,
"
Good
-
morning
,
Director
,
"
was
absurdly
too
loud
;
that
in
which
,
correcting
his
mistake
,
he
said
,
"
You
asked
me
to
come
and
speak
to
you
here
,
"
ridiculously
soft
,
a
squeak
.
"
Yes
,
Mr
.
Marx
,
"
said
the
Director
portentously
.
"
I
did
ask
you
to
come
to
me
here
.
You
returned
from
your
holiday
last
night
,
I
understand
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
Bernard
answered
.
"
Yes
-
s
,
"
repeated
the
Director
,
lingering
,
a
serpent
,
on
the
"
s
.
"
Then
,
suddenly
raising
his
voice
,
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
"
he
trumpeted
,
"
ladies
and
gentlemen
.
"
