Chapter 14 Chapter Thirteen

Henry Foster gradually emerged from the gloom of the embryo warehouse. "Would you like to watch a sensory movie tonight?" Lenina shook her head without speaking. "Going out with someone else?" He was interested in what girl was seeing what friend of his. "Is that Benito?" he asked. She shook her head again. Henry read the weariness in her red eyes, the pallor in her lupus-like light, the sadness in the bright red corners of her unsmiling mouth. "Aren't you sick?" he asked.He was a little anxious, there were several diseases that hadn't been eradicated, and he was worried that she might catch one of them.

But Lenina shook her head again. "You should see a doctor anyway," Henry said. "See a doctor every day and you'll never have to worry about anything." He said cheerfully, patting her on the shoulder again, taking his sleep-education motto into her heart. . "Maybe you need a little gestational surrogate," he suggested, "or an overdose estrogen surrogate treatment. You know the standard estrogen surrogate isn't very..." "Ah, for Ford's sake!" Lenina, who had been silent until now, spoke now. "Stop it!" She turned and went back to the embryo she had neglected just now.

Hmph, what kind of intense emotional treatment, if it wasn't so painful that she wanted to cry, she would almost laugh out loud.As if her own strong emotions weren't enough, she let out a deep sigh and filled the syringe again. "John," she murmured to herself, "John . .In the end, she decided not to risk the second injection, so she went on to inject another bottle. From then on, twenty-two years, eight months and four days later, Muwangcha—a promising Alpha-minus official of Muwangcha—will die of sleeping sickness for the first time in half a century. example.Lenina sighed and went on working.

An hour later, Ruud van Nistelrooy protested violently in the dressing room. "But it's absurd, sheer absurdity, to put yourself in that state," she repeated, "and for what? For a man, a man." "But all I want is him." "As if there weren't millions of men in the world." "But I don't want anyone else." "How do you know if you haven't even tried?" "I tried." "How many?" asked Fonny, with a contemptuous shrug. "One? Two?" "Dozens. But," she shook her head, "it's useless," she added.

"Then you should persevere," said Fanny, as if quoting an aphorism, "you'll never get anywhere if you don't persevere." But she also lost faith in her own prescription. "But at the same time..." "Don't keep thinking about him." "I can't do it." "Then you swallow soma." "Swallowed." "Swallow again." "But I woke up thinking about it. I'm going to like him forever." "In that case," said Fonny determinedly, "why don't you just go and get it? Whether he likes it or not."

"But you don't know how queer and terrifying he is." "That's why you like him so much?" "That's easy to say." "Don't worry about those nonsense, come on." Fanny's voice was like a trumpet, and he could be a lecturer at Ford's Young Women's Association, giving lectures to beta-reduced juniors at night, "Yes, come on, go on now." "I shall be afraid," said Lenina. "Then just swallow half a gram of soma first. Now I'm going to take a bath." Fanny walked away dragging the towel. The bell rang, and the Savage jumped to his feet and made his way to the door—he was getting impatient with the wait.Helmholtz had said he'd come that afternoon—he'd finally decided to talk to him about Lenina, and couldn't wait to pour out his thoughts.

"I had a premonition that you were coming, Helmholtz," he called as he opened the door. Standing at the door was Lenina, dressed in a white viscose sailor suit, with a white round cap playfully slanted on her left ear. "Ah!" cried the Savage, as if someone had punched him hard. Half a gram of soma was enough to make Lenina forget her fear and shyness. "Hi, John," she said, smiling, brushing past him into the room.The Savage closed the door mechanically and followed her.Lenina sat down.There was a long silence. "You don't seem very pleased to see me, John?" she said at last.

"Unhappy?" The savage looked at her disapprovingly, and suddenly knelt down in front of her, grabbed her hand, and kissed it adoringly, "Unhappy? Ah, I hope you can understand my heart." He He whispered, and mustered up the courage to look up into her face again, "I admire Lenina," he went on, "you are the person I admire most, and you are worth the most precious things in the world." She smiled at him with beautiful tenderness. "Oh, you are so perfect," he said. (She opens her lips slightly and leans towards him.) "You were born to be perfect and unique," he said. (The lips move closer to him.) "The chief of all creatures." (The lips move closer.) Suddenly the Savage jumped up. "So I'm going," he turned his face away, "to do one thing first...to prove that I'm worthy of you—not that I'm really, just to show that I'm not absolutely unworthy of you. I I want to do one thing first."

"Why do you have to do it first..." Lenina started, but stopped, with a slightly sullen tone.He opened his mouth slightly, and moved towards you, getting closer and closer, but suddenly found that there was no space, and you, an idiot, jumped aside.Well, even with half a gram of soma in her blood, there was good reason to bother her. "In Malpais," muttered the Savage incoherently, "should bring you a mountain lion skin--I mean if you want to marry you. Otherwise a wolf will do." Row." "But England has no lions," Lenina almost roared. "Even if there were lions," the Savage went on with sudden bitter contempt, "I'm afraid they'll be shot in a helicopter, or hunted with poison gas or something; Will do that kind of thing, Lenina." He puffed up his chest and looked at her courageously, but saw Lenina staring back at him with chagrin and incomprehension, he was embarrassed and even more incoherent, "I must Do something, I'll do whatever you want me to do. There's a type of game that's exhausting, but interest takes away the effort. That's exactly how I feel. I mean, I can sweep the floor for you if you need it .”

"But we have a vacuum cleaner here," said Lenina inexplicably, "what's the use of sweeping!" "Of course not. There is a class of menial jobs that are endured with ardor, and the lowest things tend to lead to the highest goals. I want to endure some stress with arduousness. Do you understand?" "But now that there's a vacuum cleaner..." "That's not the problem." "And the duster is still being used by Epsilon half-idiots," she continued, "and honestly, why bother…" "Why? For you, for you. Just to show..."

"But what does a vacuum cleaner have to do with Lion Energy?" "To show how much I..." "What does a lion have to do with being happy to see me..." She was getting more and more annoyed. "I love you so much, Lenina," he confessed almost angrily. The blood rushed to Lenina's cheeks, symbolizing the tide of joy surging violently in her heart. "Do you really love me very much, John?" "But I'm not going to say that yet," cried the Savage, clasping his hands together in pain, "I'm going to wait... Listen, Lenina, in Malpais people get married. " "What's the matter?" Anger crept back into her voice again.What was he talking about at a time like this? "'Forever.' They made a promise to live together forever." "What a terrible thought!" Lenina was terrified. "Use the soul to transcend the beauty and ugliness of the appearance. Because the speed of soul regeneration exceeds the aging of blood." "what?" "Shakespeare's play says: 'If Thou untie the knot of her virginity before the holy rite is fully wrought...'" "For Ford's sake, stop talking nonsense. I don't understand a word of what you're saying. It's a vacuum cleaner at first, and then it's a knot, and you're driving me crazy." She jumped up, and Clutching his wrist, as if afraid that his body would run away from her, and his heart would also fly away, "Answer me this question: do you really love me or don't you love me?" A short silence.Then he said in a very soft voice, "I love you more than anything in the world." "Then why didn't you say so sooner?" she exclaimed, digging her pointed fingernails into his palm in such annoyance, "why all this nonsense about knots and dusters and lions has been making me miserable for weeks." She let go of his hand—throwing it away angrily. "If I didn't love you so much, I would lose my temper with you." Her arms suddenly wrapped around his neck, and he felt her soft lips press against his own.So wonderfully soft, so warm, so ecstatic, he found himself thinking of the hug in Three Weeks in a Helicopter.Woo, woo!That three-dimensional blonde, and, ah!Black people who are more real than real.Terrible, terrible, terrible... He wanted to break free from her embrace.Lenina hugged her even tighter. "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" She said softly, then turned her face away and stared at him with gentle reproach in her eyes. "Even in the darkest cave, in the most convenient place (the voice of conscience thunders poetically), with the strongest incitement of the waiting spirit, could not turn my shame into lust, never, never !” He made up his mind. "You silly boy!" she said, "I want you so badly! If you want me too, why don't you..." "But Lenina..." he began to protest.Immediately she withdrew her arms and moved away from him.For a moment he thought she had accepted his silent hint, but as she undid her white patent leather medicine pouch strap and hung it carefully over the back of the chair, he began to feel that he was wrong. "Lenina," he repeated fearfully. She put her hand around her neck and pulled it down long, and the white sailor suit was unbuttoned to the end.Then the dew of doubt congeals into too much, too solid reality. "Lenina, what are you doing?" Chi!Chi!She made a silent answer.Legs popped out of bloomers, zippered underwear in a pearly pink, and a T-frame gifted to her by the head singer of the community dangled across her chest. "Because of a woman's breasts piercing a man's eyes through her corset..." Those thunderous and mysterious lines seemed to make her twice as seductive and dangerous.How penetrating is the soft, soft breast peak!They drilled, pierced reason, dug tunnels, pierced resolve. "In the face of the flames in the blood, even the most steadfast vows are nothing but hay. You must be more restrained, otherwise..." Chi!The round pink split like a neatly sliced ​​apple.The two arms swung, the right foot lifted, the left foot lifted, and the zipper underwear fell to the ground, as if deflated and lost its life. She was still wearing shoes and socks, and she was wearing a small white cap playfully, walking towards him. "Darling, dear! Why didn't you say so sooner!" She held out her arms to him. But the savage didn't reply with "Dear", nor did he stretch out his arms. On the contrary, he backed up a few steps in fright, and waved his hands at her again and again, as if to drive away the vipers and beasts that came in. He retreated four steps. close to the wall. "Kiss!" said Lenina, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning against him, "hold me close, make me drunk, I love." She also had poetry in her heart, and she knew words that could be sung.It's a spell, it's a drumbeat. "Kiss me." She closed her eyes, her voice dropped to a sleepy murmur, "Kiss me until I faint, hug me, kiss, tenderly..." The Savage grabbed her by the wrist, shook her arms from her shoulders, and roughly pushed her a few feet away. "Ah, you hurt me. You... oh!" She suddenly fell silent, the horror had made her forget the pain.She opened her eyes, and saw his face—no, it was not his face, but the fierce face of a stranger.Pale, twisted, convulsed with some mad, inexplicable rage.She was stunned. "What's the matter with you, John?" she whispered.He didn't answer, just fixed his crazy eyes on her face.His hand around her wrist was shaking.He was breathing deeply and irregularly in a feeble, barely audible, but terrifying sound.She suddenly heard him gritting his teeth. "What's going on?" she almost screamed. As if awakened by her cry, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Bitch!" he yelled, "Shameless bitch!" "Ah, don't, don't." When he shook her, her voice trembled strangely in protest. "Bitch!" "Don't—say that." "Damn bitch!" "A gram of soma is better than..." she began. The Savage gave a sudden push, and she staggered and fell. "Go away!" he yelled, looking down at her aggressively, "don't let me see you, or I'll kill you." He clenched his fists. Lenina raised her arms to shield her face: "No, please, John..." "Go away, hurry up!" She watched his every movement with horrified eyes, turned over, still raised an arm to cover her face, and ran to the bathroom with a bent body. He sent her off with a slap that sounded like a pistol. "Oh woo!" Lenina jumped forward. She locked herself in the bathroom, with safety assured, and then slowly observed the damage she suffered.She turned her back to the mirror, turned her head and looked over her left shoulder. There was a bright red palm print on her pearly skin.She rubbed the injured part carefully. Outside, in another room, the savage strode up and down, to the beat of drums and spells. "Wrens are doing that trick, and little golden flies are copulating openly in front of me." The words rang in his ears, driving him mad. It is much more profligate. Although their upper body is a woman, the lower body is a lewd monster; although the gods above the belt belong to a group of devils below the belt; there is hell, there is darkness, and there is a pit of brimstone. Burning heat, stench, Erosion. Spit! Spit! Pooh! Pooh! Good apothecary, give me a measure or two of musk, and let me undo the stench of my imagination." "John," pleaded from the bathroom, "John." "Ah, you weed and flower! Your color is so beautiful, your fragrance is so fragrant, people will feel sorry for you when they see you and smell you. Could this wonderful book be written by someone?" The word 'bitch'? The gods will cover their noses when they see it..." But her scent still lingered around him, and there was still white on his blouse, the powder that perfumed her slick body. "Shameless bitch, shameless bitch, shameless bitch," the relentless beat beat itself out, "shameless..." "John, do you think I can get dressed?" He grabbed her bloomers, blouse, and zip-up panties. "Open the door!" he ordered, kicking the door. "No, I won't." The voice was full of fear and resistance. "Then how do I give you the clothes?" "Through the transom in the door." He did as she asked, and paced the room restlessly again.Shameless bitch, shameless bitch. "A licentious devil with a fat ass and fingers as thick as potatoes..." "John." He didn't want to answer. "Fat ass, fingers as thick as potatoes..." "John." "What?" he said angrily. "Can you bring me my Malthus?" Lenina sat listening to footsteps in the next room.As she listened, she wondered, how long is he going to walk around like this?Did she have to wait until he left the house?Can you give him a reasonable amount of time to let his anger die down, and then open the bathroom door and rush to get it?Will there be any danger? She was thinking uneasily, but was interrupted by the sound of the phone in the other room.The footsteps stopped suddenly, and she heard the savage talking to an inaudible voice. "Hello." ... "I am." ... "If I'm not pretending to be myself, I am." ... "Yes, did you not hear me? I am Mr. Savage." ... "What? Who's sick? Of course I'm interested." ... "But, is she seriously ill? Is she very ill? I'll come right away..." ... "Not in her room? Where did you send her?" ... "Oh, my God. What's the address?" ... "Three Park Lane—is that so? Three? Thank you." Lenina heard the microphone click back into place, then hurried footsteps, and the door slamming shut.silence.Is he really gone? She carefully opened the door a crack, and when she looked outside, there was no one there.She is inspired.She opened the door a little more, stuck her head out, and finally tiptoed out, stood for a few minutes with a beating heart, listening, then rushed to the door, slipped it open, slammed it shut again, and ran. up.She didn't feel safe until she rushed into the elevator and the elevator went down.

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