The Reign of Brainwash: Dystopia Box Set. Эдгар Аллан По

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      'But how many?' asked Fanny, shrugging her shoulders contemptuously. 'One, two?'

      'Dozens. But,' shaking her head, 'it wasn't any good,' she added.

      'Well, you must persevere,' said Fanny sententiously. But it was obvious that her confidence in her own prescriptions had been shaken. 'Nothing can be achieved without perseverance.'

      'But meanwhile...'

      'Don't think of him.'

      'I can't help it.'

      'Take soma, then.'

      'I do.'

      'Well, go on.'

      'But in the intervals I still like him. I shall always like him.'

      'Well, if that's the case,' said Fanny, with decision, 'why don't you just go and take him. Whether he wants it or no.'

      'But if you knew how terribly queer he was!'

      'All the more reason for taking a firm line.'

      'It's all very well to say that.'

      'Don't stand any nonsense. Act.' Fanny's voice was a trumpet; she might have been a Y.W.F.A. lecturer giving an evening talk to adolescent Beta-Minuses. 'Yes, act--at once. Do it now.'

      'I'd be scared,' said Lenina.

      'Well, you've only got to take half a gramme of soma first. And now I'm going to have my bath.' She marched off, trailing her towel.

      ****

      The bell rang, and the Savage, who was impatiently hoping that Helmholtz would come that afternoon (for having at last made up his mind to talk to Helmholtz about Lenina, he could not bear to postpone his confidences a moment longer), jumped up and ran to the door.

      'I had a premonition it was you, Helmholtz,' he shouted as he opened.

      On the threshold, in a white acetate-satin sailor suit, and with a round white cap rakishly tilted over her left ear, stood Lenina.

      'Oh!' said the Savage, as though some one had struck him a heavy blow.

      Half a gramme had been enough to make Lenina forget her fears and her embarrassments. 'Hullo, John,' she said, smiling, and walked past him into the room. Automatically he closed the door and followed her. Lenina sat down. There was a long silence.

      'You don't seem very glad to see me, John,' she said at last.

      'Not glad?' The Savage looked at her reproachfully; then suddenly fell on his knees before her and, taking Lenina's hand, reverently kissed it. 'Not glad? Oh, if you only knew,' he whispered, and, venturing to raise his eyes to her face, 'Admired Lenina,' he went on, 'indeed the top of admiration, worth what's dearest in the world.' She smiled at him with a luscious tenderness. 'Oh, you so perfect' (she was leaning towards him with parted lips), 'so perfect and so peerless are created' (nearer and nearer) 'of every creature's best.' Still nearer. The Savage suddenly scrambled to his feet. 'That's why,' he said, speaking with averted face,' I wanted to do something first... I mean, to show I was worthy of you. Not that I could ever really be that. But at any rate to show I wasn't absolutely unworthy. I wanted to do something.'

      'Why should you think it necessary...' Lenina began, but left the sentence unfinished. There was a note of irritation in her voice. When one has leant forward, nearer and nearer, with parted lips--only to find oneself, quite suddenly, as a clumsy oaf scrambles to his feet, leaning towards nothing at all--well, there is a reason, even with half a gramme of soma circulating in one's blood-stream, a genuine reason for annoyance.

      'At Malpais,' the Savage was incoherently mumbling, 'you had to bring her the skin of a mountain lion--I mean, when you wanted to marry some one. Or else a wolf.'

      'There aren't any lions in England,' Lenina almost snapped.

      'And even if there were,' the Savage added, with sudden contemptuous resentment, 'people would kill them out of helicopters, I suppose, with poison gas or something. I wouldn't do that, Lenina.' He squared his shoulders, he ventured to look at her and was met with a stare of annoyed incomprehension. Confused, 'I'll do anything,' he went on, more and more incoherently. 'Anything you tell me. There be some sports are painful--you know. But their labour delight in them sets off. That's what I feel. I mean I'd sweep the floor if you wanted.'

      'But we've got vacuum cleaners here,' said Lenina in bewilderment. 'It isn't necessary.'

      'No, of course it isn't necessary. But some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone. I'd like to undergo something nobly. Don't you see?'

      'But if there are vacuum cleaners...'

      'That's not the point.'

      'And Epsilon Semi-Morons to work them,' she went on, 'well, really, why?'

      'Why? But for you, for you. Just to show that I...'

      'And what on earth vacuum cleaners have got to do with lions...'

      'To show how much...'

      'Or lions with being glad to see me...' She was getting more and more exasperated.

      'How much I love you, Lenina,' he brought out almost desperately.

      An emblem of the inner tide of startled elation, the blood rushed up into Lenina's cheeks. 'Do you mean it, John?'

      'But I hadn't meant to say so,' cried the Savage, clasping his hands in a kind of agony. 'Not until... Listen, Lenina; in Malpais people get married.'

      'Get what?' The irritation had begun to creep back into her voice. What was he talking about now?

      'For always. They make a promise to live together for always.'

      'What a horrible idea!' Lenina was genuinely shocked.

      'Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind that doth renew swifter than blood decays.'

      'What?'

      'It's like that in Shakespeare too. "If thou dost break her virgin knot before all sanctimonious ceremonies may with full and holy rite..."'

      'For Ford's sake, John, talk sense. I can't understand a word you say. First it's vacuum cleaners; then it's knots. You're driving me crazy.' She jumped up and, as though afraid that he might run away from her physically, as well as with his mind, caught him by the wrist. 'Answer me this question: do you really like me, or don't you?'

      There was a moment's silence; then, in a very low voice, 'I love you more than anything in the world,' he said.

      'Then why on earth didn't you say so?' she cried, and so intense was her exasperation that she drove her sharp nails into the skin of his wrist. 'Instead of drivelling away about knots and vacuum cleaners and lions, and making me miserable for weeks and weeks.'

      She released his hand and flung it angrily away from her.

      'If I didn't like you so much,' she said, 'I'd be furious with you.'

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