"But I rather like his looks." "And then so small." Fanny made a grimace smallness was so horribly and typically low-caste. Women were forced to go on being viviparous." "He's so ugly!" said Fanny. But would the Governments look at it? No. Pfitzner and Kawaguchi had got the whole tech- nique worked out. "Yes, I really do advise you to try her," Henry Foster was saying. Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford." He would have liked to go up to them and hit them in the face-hard, again and again. She said she'd think it over, she said she'd give me an answer this week. "Have her here, have her there." Like mutton.
"Our ancestors were so stupid and short-sighted that when the first reformers came along and of- fered to deliver them from those horrible emotions, they wouldn't have anything to do with them." "Talking about her as though she were a bit of meat." Bernard ground his teeth. "Don't keep his fordship waiting." "I once had to wait nearly four weeks before a girl I wanted would let me have her." "And you felt a strong emotion in consequence?" "Horrible!" "Horrible precisely," said the Controller. "Has any of you been compelled to live through a long time-interval between the consciousness of a desire and its fufilment?" "Well," began one of the boys, and hesitated. "Has any of you ever encountered an insurmountable obstacle?" The question was answered by a negative silence. "Consider your own lives," said Mustapha Mond. And anyhow, why are people so beastly to him? I think he's rather sweet." She smiled to herself how absurdly shy he had been! Frightened almost-as though she were a World Controller and he a Gamma-Minus machine minder. "Well, he won't be alone when he's with me. "And then he spends most of his time by himself-alone." There was horror in Fanny's voice. I've always wanted to see a Sav- age Reservation." "But his reputation?" "What do I care about his reputation?" "They say he doesn't like Obstacle Golf." "They say, they say," mocked Lenina. Besides, he asked me to go to one of the Savage Reservations with him.
"Do you know Bernard Marx?" she asked in a tone whose exces- sive casualness was evidently forced. "And to tell the truth," said Lenina, "I'm beginning to get just a tiny bit bored with nothing but Henry every day." She pulled on her left stock- ing.
At the first opportunity." From his place on the opposite side of the changing-room aisle, Ber- nard Marx overheard what they were saying and turned pale. I'm surprised you haven't had her." "I can't think how it is I haven't," said the Assistant Predestinator. "All's well with the world." "Lenina Crowne?" said Henry Foster, echoing the Assistant Predestina- tor's question as he zipped up his trousers. "Ford's in his flivver," murmured the D.H.C.
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