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them, with his or her ticket, the booking clerk pushed over a little cardboard pill-box. The long caterpillar of men and women moved slowly forward. Whats in those (remembering The Merchant of Venice), those caskets? the Savage enquired when Bernard had rejoined him. The days soma ration, Bernard answered, rather indistinctly; for he was masticating a piece of Benito Hoovers chewing-gum. They get it after their works over. Four half-gramme tablets. Six on Saturdays. He took Johns arm affectionately and they walked back towards the helicopter. Lenina came singing into the Changing Room. You seem very pleased with yourself, said Fanny. I am pleased, she answered. Zip! Bernard rang up half an hour ago. Zip, zip! She stepped out of her shorts. He has an unexpected engagement. Zip! Asked me if Id take the Savage to the feelies this evening. I must fly. She hurried away towards the bathroom. Shes a lucky girl, Fanny said to herself as she watched Lenina go. There was no envy in the comment; good-natured Fanny was merely stating a fact. Lenina was lucky; lucky in having shared with Bernard a generous portion of the Savages immense celebrity, lucky in reflecting from her insignificant person the moments supremely fashionable glory. Had not the Secretary of the Young Womens Fordian Association asked her to give a lecture about her experiences? Had she not been invited to the Annual Dinner of the Aphroditæum Club? Had she not already appeared in the Feelytone Newsvisibly, audibly and tactually appeared to countless millions all over the planet? Hardly less flattering had been the attentions paid her by conspicuous individuals. The Resident World Controllers Second Secretary had asked her to dinner and breakfast. She had spent one week-end with the Ford Chief-Justice, and another with the Arch-Community-Songster of Canterbury. The President of the Internal and External Secretions Corporation was perpetually on the phone, and she had been to Deauville with the Deputy-Governor of the Bank of Europe. Its wonderful, of course. And yet in a way, she had confessed to Fanny, I feel as though I were getting something on false pretences. Because, of course, the first thing they all want to know is what its like to make love to a Savage. And I have to say I dont know. She shook her head. Most of the men dont believe me, of course. But its true. I wish it werent, she added sadly and sighed. Hes terribly good- looking; dont you think so? But doesnt he like you? asked Fanny. Sometimes I think he does and sometimes I think he doesnt. He always does his best to avoid me; goes out of the room when I come in; wont touch me; wont even look at me. But sometimes if I turn round suddenly, I catch him staring; and thenwell, you know how men look when they like you. Yes, Fanny knew. I cant make it out, said Lenina. She couldnt make it out; and not only was bewildered; was also rather upset. Because, you see, Fanny, I like him. |
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