Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

After the scene in the insemination room, London's upper caste couldn't wait to meet this marvel.The savage actually ran up to the Director of the Incubation and Conditioning Center—or rather the former Director, for the poor fellow resigned immediately and never entered the Center again—and fell on his knees with a thud, crying He is "Dad". (The prank was too good to be true.) Linda, on the other hand, went unnoticed, and no one tried to look at her.Calling someone a mother is more than a joke, it's sacrilege.Besides, she was hatched from a bottle like everyone else, a conditioned person, not a real savage, so she couldn't have real whims.And lastly, there was her look--that was the greatest reason people didn't want to see poor Linda.Youth is gone, fat and bloated, with bad teeth, spots all over the face, and that figure.Ford!You couldn't see her without retching, really sick.So good people were determined not to see Linda, and Linda never thought of seeing them herself.Back to civilization meant to her a return to soma, where she could lie in bed and enjoy the soma holiday day after day, and wake up without headaches, nausea, or the need to vomit.You don't have to feel like you've been drinking tequila and can't hold your head up, as if you've committed some shameful crime against society.Soma does not make such harsh jokes, the holiday it gives is perfect, and if the morning that follows is not pleasant, it is not because of inner feelings, it is just that it is not as pleasant as the Soma holiday.The remedy is to go on vacation.She clamored continually and greedily for more doses and frequency of soma.Doctor Xiao objected at first, but then gave it to her as she requested.She swallowed as much as 20 grams of soma a day.

"That'll kill her in a month or two," the doctor confided to Bernard. "One day her respiratory center will be paralyzed, and she won't be able to breathe, and that's it. That's a good thing. If we can make It’s another matter to rejuvenate people, but it’s a pity that it can’t be done.” To everyone's surprise (Linda was out of the way while she was on soma vacation), it was John who objected. "Aren't you giving her so much weight to shorten her life?" "In a sense, yes," Dr. Xiao admitted, "but in another sense, we are actually prolonging her life." The young man's eyes widened inexplicably. "Soma has cost you years of life," went on the doctor, "but consider the ages it has given you outside of time, which are incalculable. It’s all about eternity.”

John began to understand. "It turns out that eternity is only in our mouths and eyes." He murmured. "What did you say?" "Nothing." "Of course," Dr. Xiao continued, "you can't send someone else to eternity if he has serious work to do, but she doesn't have any serious work to do..." "But I still," insisted John, "don't think it's right." The doctor shrugged. "Well, if you'd rather have her screaming like crazy, all the time, you can..." John finally had to give in.Linda got soma, and from then on she stayed in a small room in Berner's apartment on the thirty-seventh floor, lying on the bed, with the radio and TV always on, and the geranium peppermint perfume always on and dripping.The soma tablets were within arm's reach—she was there, but she wasn't there at all.She is forever on vacation far away, in unreal places, in another world.There, the music of the radio is a colorful abyss, a throbbing abyss of portamento leading to a bright and brilliant center of absolute conviction (with so many beautiful twists and turns); The image of her is some actor in an indescribably wonderful, all-singing sensual film; where dripping geraniums are not just perfume, but sunlight, and a million sensual winds, and the ones who make love to her Pope, it's just so much more beautiful than that, incomparably more beautiful, and infinitely more beautiful.

"Yes, we have no way to rejuvenate people, but I am very happy." Dr. Xiao concluded, "I have this opportunity to see a specimen of human aging. Thank you very much for calling me." He shook hands with Bernard warmly . So people only pay attention to John in the future.With John only accessible through his acknowledged guardian, Bernard, for the first time in his life, Bernard found himself not only being treated normally, but a man of the moment.People stopped talking about the alcohol in his blood substitutes or making fun of his appearance.Henry Foster, uncharacteristically, warmed to him.Benito Hoover gave him a gift, six packs of sex hormone gum.The assistant director of the Fate Predestination Bureau also uncharacteristically, almost groveling and begging Bernard to invite him to the party.As for the women, anyone could have Bernard at the slightest hint of an invitation.

"Berner invited me to meet the Savage next Wednesday," announced Fonny triumphantly. "I'm glad," said Lenina, "and now you have to admit that you were wrong about Bernard. Don't you think he's rather lovely?" Fanny nodded. "And I would say," she said, "I was pleasantly surprised." Director of the Bottling Workshop, Director of Destiny and three assistants to the Director of Insemination, Professor of Sensual Films at the Faculty of Emotional Engineering, Manager of the Community Singing Hall at Westminster Abbey, Superintendent of Bokanovskyization - Bernard's list of notables does not all over.

"I've got six girls this week," he said to Helmholtz Watson, "one on Monday, two on Tuesday, two on Friday, and one on Saturday. If I had Time or interest, there are at least a dozen other girls who can't wait to..." Helmholtz listened to his bragging disapprovingly with a gloomy face, without saying a word.Bernard was angry. "You're jealous," he said. Helmholtz shook his head. "I feel a little bit sad, that's all," he said. Bernard stormed off in a huff.I will never speak to Helmholtz again, he told himself. As the days passed, success hissed in Bernard's head, reconciling him with a world he had always been dissatisfied with like a fine wine.As long as the society recognizes him as an important person, all order is good.But while his success reconciles him with the world, he still refuses to give up his critique of the existing order because the act of critique heightens his importance and makes him feel much greater.Besides, he really felt something to criticize (and he did like being successful and getting all the girls he wanted).In front of those who flattered him because he was a savage, he always wanted to put on a critical image of a heretic.People listened politely in front of their faces, but shook their heads behind their backs. "No good end came to that young man," they said, predicting with certainty that they would see him in trouble sooner or later. "Then he will never find another savage to help him out of danger," they said.Still, the first savage was still there, and they had to be polite.And he, because of their politeness, always felt great indeed--great, and at the same time blissfully floating, lighter than air.

"Lighter than air," Bernard said, pointing to the sky. The meteorological department's exploration balloon glowed rose-colored in the sun, like a pearl in the sky, floating high above their heads. "...to the aforementioned savages," Bernard pointed, "will show every aspect of civilized life..." Now they are showing the savages an aerial view of the civilized world—from the platform of the Charing T Street building, the air station master and the resident weather expert are giving the savages a guide, but most of the words are left alone. Bernard has it all.He was so excited that he acted like at least a visiting president, lighter than air.

A green rocket from Mumbai descends from the sky.Passengers step off the rocket.Eight identical twins in khaki uniforms peered out of the cabin's eight portholes—the flight attendants. "Two hundred and fifty kilometers an hour," said the station master strikingly. "What do you think of that, Mr. Savage?" John felt fine. "However," he said, "Ariel can circle the earth in forty minutes." "Surprisingly," said Bernard in his report to Mustapha Mond, "savages do not seem to be surprised or awed by the inventions of civilization. No doubt this is partly due to A fact: he had heard it told him by a woman named Linda. Linda was his mother..."

(Mustapha Mond frowned. "Does the idiot think I'm so delicate that I can't stand him finishing 'Mother'?") "And partly because of his focus on what he called his 'soul,' an entity he insisted was independent of his physical surroundings. I tried to point him out..." The President skipped some of the following sentences and was about to turn to the next page to find something more interesting and specific when his eyes were caught by a few very unusual words. "Though here I must confess," he read, "that I also agree with the savage that the infancy of civilization is too easy, or, as he puts it, not costly enough, and I would like to take this opportunity to ask your Excellency further Word……"

Mustapha Mond immediately changed from sullen to cheerful.This guy actually gave me a serious lecture-and talked about social order.Bizarre, certainly insane. "I should teach him a lesson," he said to himself, then looked up and laughed.But at least there is no need to teach him yet. It was a small factory that made helicopter light sockets, a branch of the Electrical Equipment Company.They were greeted on the roof by the head of technology and the HR manager (that circulated presidential recommendation worked wonders).Together they descended the stairs and entered the factory. "Every step," the personnel manager explained, "is as close as possible to a Bokanovsky team."

The result: eighty-three nearly noseless short-headed black-skinned delta-operated cold-rolled; fifty-six aquiline-nosed turmeric-skinned gamma-operated; A Senegalese Epsilon set to high temperatures works in the foundry; thirty-three Delta women—long heads, sandy hair, narrow hips, 1.69 (to within twenty millimeters)— —turning screws; in the assembly shop, two groups of short gammas are assembling generators.Two low workbenches face each other, and a conveyor belt moves between them, delivering parts.Forty-seven fair-haired and fair-skinned workers faced forty-seven brown-skinned workers; forty-seven hooked noses faced forty-seven snub-nosed; Forty-seven protruding chins.The finished mechanism was inspected by eighteen identical brown curly-haired girls, all in green gamma suits.Thirty-four short-legged left-handed Deltas were packed into boxes.Then sixty-three blue-eyed, flaxen-haired, freckled half-idiots, Upsilon, loaded onto the waiting truck. "Ah, wonderful new world..." The savage found himself reciting Miranda's words with some malice in his memory, "Oh, wonderful new world, with so many wonderful characters." "And I assure you," the personnel manager concluded as they left the factory, "our workers almost never make trouble. We always find them..." But the savage had left his companion abruptly, and behind a laurel bush he vomited violently, as if the solid earth were a helicopter meeting an atmospheric vortex in the air. "The savage," Bernard writes, "refuses to take soma, and seems to suffer from his mother ... Linda's long stay on vacation. It is remarkable that although his mother ... is very old, Outrageously distasteful in appearance, the Savage still visits her frequently and expresses a strong attachment to her—an interesting example of how early conditioning can condition natural impulses, and even overcome them (in this case, the the urge to avoid hateful objects)." They landed on the roof of the upper half of Eton College.Across the campus, the fifty-two-story Lupton Building gleamed white in the sun.On the left side of the building is the public school, and on the right side are the towering and majestic school community singing halls made of steel bone cement and Vita glass.In the middle of the square stands the chrome-steel statue of our Lord Ford, ancient and peculiar. They were met by Provost Dr. Gaffney and Principal Ms. Kit when they got off the plane. "Do you have many multiple births here?" The barbarian asked worriedly at the beginning of the visit. "Ah, not much," replied the provost. "Etons are reserved for the children of the upper castes. An egg produces only one adult. Of course, it is much more laborious to educate. But they are intended for heavy responsibilities and accidents." It can only be like this." He sighed. At this time, Bernard has already developed a strong desire for Ms. Kit. "If you're free on Monday, Wednesday, or Friday night..." he said, poking the savage with his thumb, "he's special, you know," Bernard added, "weird. " Miss Kit smiled (it was charming indeed, Bernard thought), thanked him, and said she would be happy to attend the party if he gave it.The provost opened the door. After five minutes in the Alpha Twin Plus classroom, John was a little confused. "What is fundamental relativity?" he asked Bernard quietly.Bernard was about to answer, but after thinking about it, he suggested that they go to another classroom and talk again. "One, two, three, four," a loud soprano called from behind the corridor door leading to the Beta-minus geography classroom, and said in a weary tone, "Do it." "Malthus fuck," the headmaster explained, "of course, most of our girls are barren, myself," she smiled at Bernard, "but we have about eight hundred unsterilized girls who need Practice often." John learned something like this in his geography class in the Beta-minus classroom: "A savage reservation is an area where, because of unfavorable climatic or geographical conditions, or a lack of natural resources, it is not worth the effort to civilize." There was a click, the room darkened, Suddenly, on the screen above the teacher's head, the penitent of Acoma prostrated himself before the statue of the Virgin.They also prostrate themselves before Jesus on the cross and the eagle, wailing and repenting (that's what John had heard before).The young Etonian shouted and laughed.The penitent stood up, still wailing.He took off his shirt and began to whip himself.The laughter was quadrupled, and the groans of the penitent, though amplified, were still drowned out by it. "What are they laughing at?" asked the Savage, distressed and bewildered. "Why?" The dean turned his still smiling face to him, "Why? Isn't it because it's so funny." In the dim light of the film, Bernard took risks that he had never dared to do before, even in total darkness.Relying on his newly acquired important status, he stretched out his arm and wrapped it around the waist of the female headmistress.The other party accepted it like a willow swaying.He was about to sneak a kiss or two, or give her a little squeeze, when the shutters clicked open again. "Let's continue to visit." Ms. Kit said as she walked towards the door. "Here," said the provost after a moment, "is the sleep education control room." Hundreds of integrated music speakers (one for each dorm) line racks on the three walls of the room.On the other side, in the pigeonhole-style filing cabinet, there are reels of tapes, on which are recorded sleep education texts. "Insert the tape here," explained Bernard, interrupting Dr. Gaffney, "press the button and..." "No, press that." The dean corrected him very unhappy. "That one, then, the tape unwinds, the selenium photocell converts the light waves into sound waves, and..." "And so you heard," concluded Dr. Gaffney. "Do they read Shakespeare?" the Savage asked as they passed the school library on their way to the biochemistry lab. "Of course not." The headmistress said, blushing. "Our libraries," said Dr. Gaffney, "have only reference books. If our young people need entertainment, they go to the theater of the senses. We discourage them from indulging in solitary entertainment." On the glassy road, five buses passed by them, with boys, girls and children on them, some singing, some hugging each other silently. "Just got back," Dr. Gaffney explained—while Bernard secretly made an appointment with the headmistress for the evening, "back from Feather Shelter Crematorium. Death conditions started at eighteen months. Two toddlers spend two mornings a week in the hospital, where they learn about death. The best boys stay there and give them chocolate sauce on the day they die, so they learn to take death for granted." "Like all biological processes," the Headmistress interrupted businessfully. Go to Savoy at eight, everything is ready. On the way back to London they stopped at the TV company in Blemford. "I'm going to make a call. Can you wait here?" Bernard asked. The Savage waited and watched.The main day shift just finished get off work.Low-caste workers lined up in front of the monorail station—seven or eight hundred Gamma, Delta, and Epsilon men and women with only a dozen faces and heights.When the conductor gave everyone a ticket, both men and women handed over a small paper tube.The human dragon moved forward slowly. "In the little paper tube," asked the Savage (he remembered), when Bernard returned, "what is it?" "A day's ration of soma," Bernard replied vaguely, chewing on the gum Benito Hoover gave him, "at the end of the day. Four half-gram tablets, and six on Saturdays." .” He enthusiastically grabs John's arm, and the two head back to the helicopter. Lenina went into the dressing room singing. "You seem very pleased with yourself," said Fanny. "I'm really happy," she replied.Squeak (unzips)! "Berner called half an hour ago." Squeak!squeak!She stripped off her underwear. "He has an unexpected date." Squeak! "Ask me if I can take the Savage to a sensual movie tonight. I have to hurry." She hurried to the bathroom. "What a lucky girl," Fanny said to herself, seeing Lenina go away. Honest Fanny stated only the facts, without jealousy.Fortunately, indeed, Lenina, for inconspicuously she reflected the splendor of fashion, shared with Bernard a large part of the great fame of the savage.Didn't the secretary of Ford's YWCA ask her to report her experience?Hadn't the Eros club already invited her to the annual banquet?Isn't she already on Sensual Movie News? ——Isn’t it possible for hundreds of millions of people on the planet to see, hear, and touch it? She was equally flattered by the attention of prominent figures.The second secretary to the president invited her to dinner and breakfast.Justice Forty had invited her to spend weekends with her, and another weekend with the Canterbury community chief singer.The chairman of Endocrinology United Company kept calling her.She had also been to Douville with the deputy head of the European Bank. "Of course, it's wonderful, but in a way," she admitted to Fanny, "I feel like I'm a bit of a fake. Because, of course, the first thing they want to know is what it's like to have sex with a savage, and I just I can say I don't know." She shook her head, "Of course most people don't believe me. But it's true. I wish it wasn't true." She added sadly, sighing, "He's stunningly handsome, don't you think?" "But does he like you?" asked Fanny. "I think sometimes he likes it and sometimes he doesn't. He always tries to avoid me. Whenever I come into the room he goes out. He won't touch me or even look at me. But sometimes I turn away suddenly, You will find him staring at me again, and then - you know how a man likes you." Yes, Fanny knew. "I don't understand," said Lenina. She just didn't understand, not only didn't understand, but she was quite angry. "Because, you see, Fonny, I like him." She likes him more and more.Hey, here's my real chance, she thought as she patted herself a perfume after a shower.Crack, crack, crack - a real chance.Her happy mood overflowed and turned into singing. Fragrant instruments are playing a refreshing vanilla caprice - thyme, lavender, rosemary, basil, myrtle and tarragon undulate arpeggios, rich notes blended through a series of bold transpositions Ambergris, and then through sandalwood, camphor, cedar, and freshly cut hay, slowly return to the homely scent of the beginning of the piece (with occasional subtle noises-a bit of pork loin pudding and vaguely smell of pig manure).Applause erupted as the last burst of thyme faded, the lights came on, the tapes on the synth stereo began to play, and the air was filled with the languidly pleasing music of a super violin, a super cello, and an oboe trio.After thirty or forty bars, a voice far beyond the human voice began to sing tactfully in the instrumental accompaniment, sometimes guttural, sometimes head, sometimes melodious like a flute, sometimes expressing longing harmony, from Jasper De Foster's record-breaking bass (as low as the musical limit) rises easily to a bat-like quivering high note, which is much higher than the highest C (that tune, among the many singers in history, only Lu Clicia Agualli sang it sharply once. It was in 1770, at the Opera Ducal de Parma, to the astonishment of Mozart). Lenina and Savage sank in their inflatable seats listening and sniffing.This is the time to use the eyes and skin. The lights in the concert hall were turned off, and the flame-like large characters were bright and shining, as if floating in the dark: full super singing, synthetic dialogue, synchronous accompaniment of olfactory instruments, color stereoscopic film "Three Weeks in a Helicopter". "Grab the metal handle on the arm of your chair," Lenina said, "or you won't experience the sensual effect." The Savage did as she was told. At this moment, those flame-like letters disappeared.There was complete darkness for ten seconds, and then, a huge black man and a short-headed beta plus blonde suddenly stood there hugging each other. They were more three-dimensional and dazzling than the actual flesh and blood, and they were more dazzling than reality. How much more real. The savage was taken aback.What does it feel like on his mouth!He raised his hand to touch his mouth, and the numbness disappeared.As soon as his hand landed on the metal handle, the numbness returned.His sense of smell smelled pure musk.On the tape, a super-pigeon screamed as if dying: "Coo-coo-" Vibrates only thirty-two times per second.A voice lower than the African bass replied: "Ah-ah." "Woo-ah! Woo-ah!" The three-dimensional lips kissed together again.The aphrodisiac zones on the faces of the six thousand viewers at the Alhambra Cinema were all numb, and the euphoric joy was almost unbearable. "Woo..." The plot of the movie is extremely simple.A duet is sung, the first "woo" and "ah" are past (acted in that famous sex scene on the bear skin, every hair is clearly discernible, clearly distinguished--Assistant of the Destiny Bureau The director’s words are absolutely correct), and the black man encountered a helicopter accident and fell head first.boom!My head hurts so much!There was a big "Oops, oops" in the auditorium. The shock completely changed the conditioning of blacks.He has an exclusive mad love for the blonde beta girl.The girl resists, the black man persists.Struggles, pursuits, raids on rivals, and finally a very exciting kidnapping.The blond beta was taken captive to the sky and hung there for three weeks, alone with the crazy black man, grossly antisocial.In the end, after a series of adventures and many aerial fight rolls, three handsome alphas finally rescued the girl and sent the black man to an adult resetting center.The movie ends on a happy, gimmicky note, with the blond beta becoming the mistress of the three saviors.The four interjected a quartet of synth music, fully accompaniment by a super symphony orchestra, and a gardenia scent for the olfactory organ.The bear skin finally appeared, and amidst the loud sex music, the last three-dimensional kiss faded out in the darkness, the last numb trembling trembling on the lips, trembling, like a moth on the verge of death, getting weaker and weaker Lighter, finally still, not moving. But to Lenina, the moth wasn't quite dead.Even as the lights went up and they walked slowly toward the elevator with the crowd, the specter of the moth flapped on her lips, spreading subtle, trembling longings and joys on her skin.Flushed, she grabbed the Savage's arm and held it limply against her chest.He looked down at her, pale, pained, moved but ashamed of his desire.He is not worthy of her, he is not qualified... Their eyes met.What treasures had her glance promised him!That temperament can be worth a queen's ransom.He looked away hastily, and withdrew his captive's arm.He was secretly afraid that she would no longer be the girl he didn't deserve. "I don't think you should watch things like that." He hurriedly shifted the past and future reasons that might have tarnished her innocence to the external environment. "What kind of thing, John?" "Such a horrible movie or something." "Horrible?" Lenina was indeed taken aback, "but I think it's wonderful." "Indecent," he said indignantly, "vile." She shook her head. "I don't understand what you mean." Why is he so strange?How could he go out of his way to spoil the mood? He barely glanced at her in the taxi helicopter.He was bound by an oath he never uttered, and obeyed laws that had not worked for a long time.He sat turned away and said nothing.Sometimes his whole body would suddenly tremble nervously, as if fingers were strumming a string that was so tight it was about to break. The taxi helicopter landed on the roof of Lenina's apartment. "Finally." She said excitedly as she got off the plane.Finally—even though he was so weird just now.She stood under a lamp and looked into the small mirror.It's finally here, and yes, her nose is a little shiny.She dusted it with a powder puff.The time was right and he was paying for the metered plane.She rubbed the shiny spot and thought, "He's amazingly beautiful, and he doesn't need to be as shy as Bernard. But...if it was someone else, he would have started doing it a long time ago. Well, now, I finally got it." The half face in the round mirror suddenly smiled at her. "Goodbye," said a voice behind her with difficulty.Lenina turned hastily.John stood at the door of the taxi, watching her, obviously since she powdered her nose, waiting.But what is he waiting for?He was hesitating, he hadn't made up his mind yet, he was thinking, thinking——she couldn't think of any unusual thoughts he had. "Good night, Lenina," he said, trying to laugh, making a strange face. "But, John... I thought you were going to... I mean, did you..." He closed the door, leaned forward and said something to the pilot, and the taxi shot into the air. Looking down through the bottom window, the Savage saw Lenina's upturned head pale in the pale blue light.Her mouth was open, screaming something.Her shrunken figure hurried away from him.The ever-smaller square of the roof seemed to fall into darkness. Five minutes later he was back in his room.He found the mouse-gnawed book from its hiding place, turned over the dirty and crumpled pages with religious care, and began to read Othello.He remembered that Othello, like the man in Three Weeks in a Helicopter, was black. Lenina wiped her eyes across the roof to the elevator.On the way down to the twenty-seventh floor, she took out her soma bottle.One gram wouldn't be enough, she decided.Her pain was bigger than a gram, but if she swallowed two, she was in danger of not waking up in time tomorrow morning.She made a compromise, and shook out three half-gram pills into the palm of her left hand.

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Notes: In the story, the rich girl Portia asked suitors to choose from three caskets of gold, silver and lead, one of which contained her miniature, and the one who chose the miniature would be her husband.The savage didn't know what was in those paper tubes, so he thought of this script.