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Brave New World
by Aldous Huxley
Chapter Five
BY EIGHT O'CLOCK the light was failing. The loud speaker in the tower of the Stoke Poges Club House began, in a more than human tenor1, to announce the closing of the courses. Lenina and Henry abandoned their game and walked back towards the Club. From the grounds of the Internal and External Secretion2 Trust came the lowing of those thousands of cattle which provided, with their hormones3 and their milk, the raw materials for the great factory at Farnham Royal.
An incessant4 buzzing of helicopters filled the twilight5. Every two and a half minutes a bell and the screech6 of whistles announced the departure of one of the light monorail trains which carried the lower caste golfers back from their separate course to the metropolis7.
Lenina and Henry climbed into their machine and started off. At eight hundred feet Henry slowed down the helicopter screws, and they hung for a minute or two poised8 above the fading landscape. The forest of Burnham Beeches9 stretched like a great pool of darkness towards the bright shore of the western sky. Crimson10 at the horizon, the last of the sunset faded, through orange, upwards11 into yellow and a pale watery12 green. Northwards, beyond and above the trees, the Internal and External Secretions13 factory glared with a fierce electric brilliance14 from every window of its twenty stories. Beneath them lay the buildings of the Golf Club-the huge Lower Caste barracks and, on the other side of a dividing wall, the smaller houses reserved for Alpha and Beta members. The approaches to the monorail station were black with the antlike pullulation of lower-caste activity. From under the glass vault15 a lighted train shot out into the open. Following its southeasterly course across the dark plain their eyes were drawn16 to the majestic17 buildings of the Slough18 Crematorium. For the safety of night-flying planes, its four tall chimneys were flood-lighted and tipped with crimson danger signals. It was a landmark19.
"Phosphorus recovery," explained Henry telegraphically. "On their way up the chimney the gases go through four separate treatments. P2O5 used to go right out of circulation every time they cremated21 some one. Now they recover over ninety-eight per cent of it. More than a kilo and a half per adult corpse22. Which makes the best part of four hundred tons of phosphorus every year from England alone." Henry spoke23 with a happy pride, rejoicing whole-heartedly in the achievement, as though it had been his own. "Fine to think we can go on being socially useful even after we're dead. Making plants grow."
Lenina, meanwhile, had turned her eyes away and was looking perpendicularly24 downwards25 at the monorail station. "Fine," she agreed. "But queer that Alphas and Betas won't make any more plants grow than those nasty little Gammas and Deltas26 and Epsilons down there."
"All men are physico-chemically equal," said Henry sententiously. "Besides, even Epsilons perform indispensable services."
"Even an Epsilon ..." Lenina suddenly remembered an occasion when, as a little girl at school, she had woken up in the middle of the night and become aware, for the first time, of the whispering that had haunted all her sleeps. She saw again the beam of moonlight, the row of small white beds; heard once more the soft, soft voice that said (the words were there, unforgotten, unforgettable after so many night-long repetitions): "Every one works for every one else. We can't do without any one. Even Epsilons are useful. We couldn't do without Epsilons. Every one works for every one else. We can't do without any one ..." Lenina remembered her first shock of fear and surprise; her speculations27 through half a wakeful hour; and then, under the influence of those endless repetitions, the gradual soothing28 of her mind, the soothing, the smoothing, the stealthy creeping of sleep. ...
"I suppose Epsilons don't really mind being Epsilons," she said aloud.
"Of course they don't. How can they? They don't know what it's like being anything else. We'd mind, of course. But then we've been differently conditioned. Besides, we start with a different heredity."
"I'm glad I'm not an Epsilon," said Lenina, with conviction.
"And if you were an Epsilon," said Henry, "your conditioning would have made you no less thankful that you weren't a Beta or an Alpha." He put his forward propeller29 into gear and headed the machine towards London. Behind them, in the west, the crimson and orange were almost faded; a dark bank of cloud had crept into the zenith. As they flew over the crematorium, the plane shot upwards on the column of hot air rising from the chimneys, only to fall as suddenly when it passed into the descending30 chill beyond.
"What a marvellous switchback!" Lenina laughed delightedly.
But Henry's tone was almost, for a moment, melancholy31. "Do you know what that switchback was?" he said. "It was some human being finally and definitely disappearing. Going up in a squirt of hot gas. It would be curious to know who it was-a man or a woman, an Alpha or an Epsilon. ..." He sighed. Then, in a resolutely32 cheerful voice, "Anyhow," he concluded, "there's one thing we can be certain of; whoever he may have been, he was happy when he was alive. Everybody's happy now."
"Yes, everybody's happy now," echoed Lenina. They had heard the words repeated a hundred and fifty times every night for twelve years.
Landing on the roof of Henry's forty-story apartment house in Westminster, they went straight down to the dining-hall. There, in a loud and cheerful company, they ate an excellent meal. Soma was served with the coffee. Lenina took two half-gramme tablets and Henry three. At twenty past nine they walked across the street to the newly opened Westminster Abbey Cabaret. It was a night almost without clouds, moonless and starry33; but of this on the whole depressing fact Lenina and Henry were fortunately unaware34. The electric sky-signs effectively shut off the outer darkness. "CALVIN STOPES AND HIS SIXTEEN SEXOPHONISTS." From the fagade of the new Abbey the giant letters invitingly35 glared. "LONDON'S FINEST SCENT36 AND COLOUR ORGAN. ALL THE LATEST SYNTHETIC37 MUSIC."
They entered. The air seemed hot and somehow breathless with the scent of ambergris and sandalwood. On the domed38 ceiling of the hall, the colour organ had momentarily painted a tropical sunset. The Sixteen Sexophonists were playing an old favourite: "There ain't no Bottle in all the world like that dear little Bottle of mine." Four hundred couples were five-stepping round the polished floor. Lenina and Henry were soon the four hundred and first. The saxophones wailed41 like melodious42 cats under the moon, moaned in the alto and tenor registers as though the little death were upon them. Rich with a wealth of harmonics, their tremulous chorus mounted towards a climax43, louder and ever louder-until at last, with a wave of his hand, the conductor let loose the final shattering note of ether-music and blew the sixteen merely human blowers clean out of existence. Thunder in A flat major. And then, in all but silence, in all but darkness, there followed a gradual deturgescence, a diminuendo sliding gradually, through quarter tones, down, down to a faintly whispered dominant45 chord that lingered on (while the five-four rhythms still pulsed below) charging the darkened seconds with an intense expectancy46. And at last expectancy was fulfilled. There was a sudden explosive sunrise, and simultaneously47, the Sixteen burst into song:
"Bottle of mine, it's you I've always wanted!
Skies are blue inside of you,
The weather's always fine; For
There ain 't no Bottle in all the world Like that dear little Bottle of mine."
Five-stepping with the other four hundred round and round Westminster Abbey, Lenina and Henry were yet dancing in another world-the warm, the richly coloured, the infinitely49 friendly world of soma-holiday. How kind, how good-looking, how delightfully50 amusing every one was! "Bottle of mine, it's you I've always wanted ..." But Lenina and Henry had what they wanted ... They were inside, here and now-safely inside with the fine weather, the perennially51 blue sky. And when, exhausted52, the Sixteen had laid by their saxophones and the Synthetic Music apparatus53 was producing the very latest in slow Malthusian Blues54, they might have been twin embryos56 gently rocking together on the waves of a bottled ocean of blood-surrogate.
"Good-night, dear friends. Good-night, dear friends." The loud speakers veiled their commands in a genial57 and musical politeness. "Goodnight, dear friends ..."
Obediently, with all the others, Lenina and Henry left the building. The depressing stars had travelled quite some way across the heavens. But though the separating screen of the sky-signs had now to a great extent dissolved, the two young people still retained their happy ignorance of the night.
Swallowing half an hour before closing time, that second dose of soma had raised a quite impenetrable wall between the actual universe and their minds. Bottled, they crossed the street; bottled, they took the lift up to Henry's room on the twenty-eighth floor. And yet, bottled as she was, and in spite of that second gramme of soma, Lenina did not forget to take all the contraceptive precautions prescribed by the regulations. Years of intensive hypnopaedia and, from twelve to seventeen, Malthusian drill three times a week had made the taking of these precautions almost as automatic and inevitable58 as blinking. "Oh, and that reminds me," she said, as she came back from the bathroom, "Fanny Crowne wants to know where you found that lovely green morocco-surrogate cartridge59 belt you gave me."
§2
ALTERNATE Thursdays were Bernard's Solidarity60 Service days. After an early dinner at the Aphroditzeum (to which Helrnholtz had recently been elected under Rule Two) he took leave of his friend and, hailing a taxi on the roof told the man to fly to the Fordson Community Singery. The machine rose a couple of hundred metres, then headed eastwards62, and as it turned, there before Bernard's eyes, gigantically beautiful, was the Singery. Flood-lighted, its three hundred and twenty metres of white Carrara-surrogate gleamed with a snowy incandescence63 over Ludgate Hill; at each of the four corners of its helicopter platform an immense T shone crimson against the night, and from the mouths of twenty-four vast golden trumpets64 rumbled65 a solemn synthetic music.
"Damn, I'm late," Bernard said to himself as he first caught sight of Big Henry, the Singery clock. And sure enough, as he was paying off his cab, Big Henry sounded the hour. "Ford61," sang out an immense bass66 voice from all the golden trumpets. "Ford, Ford, Ford ..." Nine times. Bernard ran for the lift.
The great auditorium67 for Ford's Day celebrations and other massed Community Sings was at the bottom of the building. Above it, a hundred to each floor, were the seven thousand rooms used by Solidarity Groups for their fortnight services. Bernard dropped down to floor thirty-three, hurried along the corridor, stood hesitating for a moment outside Room 3210, then, having wound himself up, opened the door and walked in.
Thank Ford! he was not the last. Three chairs of the twelve arranged round the circular table were still unoccupied. He slipped into the nearest of them as inconspicuously as he could and prepared to frown at the yet later comers whenever they should arrive.
Turning towards him, "What were you playing this afternoon?" the girl on his left enquired. "Obstacle, or Electro-magnetic?"
Bernard looked at her (Ford! it was Morgana Rothschild) and blushingly had to admit that he had been playing neither. Morgana stared at him with astonishment68. There was an awkward silence.
"A good beginning for a Solidarity Service," thought Bernard miserably70, and foresaw for himself yet another failure to achieve atonement. If only he had given himself time to look around instead of scuttling71 for the nearest chair! He could have sat between Fifi Bradlaugh and Joanna Diesel72. Instead of which he had gone and blindly planted himself next to Morgana. Morgana! Ford! Those black eyebrows74 of hers-that eyebrow73, rather-for they met above the nose. Ford! And on his right was Clara Deterding. True, Clara's eyebrows didn't meet. But she was really too pneumatic. Whereas Fifi and Joanna were absolutely right. Plump, blonde, not too large ... And it was that great lout75, Tom Kawa-guchi, who now took the seat between them.
The last arrival was Sarojini Engels.
Sarojini apologized and slid into her place between Jim Bokanovsky and Herbert Bakunin. The group was now complete, the solidarity circle perfect and without flaw. Man, woman, man, in a ring of endless alternation round the table. Twelve of them ready to be made one, waiting to come together, to be fused, to lose their twelve separate identities in a larger being.
The President stood up, made the sign of the T and, switching on the synthetic music, let loose the soft indefatigable77 beating of drums and a choir78 of instruments-near-wind and super-string-that plangently79 repeated and repeated the brief and unescapably haunting melody of the first Solidarity Hymn80. Again, again-and it was not the ear that heard the pulsing rhythm, it was the midriff; the wail40 and clang of those recurring81 harmonies haunted, not the mind, but the yearning82 bowels83 of compassion84.
The President made another sign of the T and sat down. The service had begun. The dedicated85 soma tablets were placed in the centre of the table. The loving cup of strawberry ice-cream soma was passed from hand to hand and, with the formula, "I drink to my annihilation," twelve times quaffed86. Then to the accompaniment of the synthetic orchestra the First Solidarity Hymn was sung.
"Ford, we are twelve; oh, make us one,
Like drops within the Social River, Oh, make us now together run
As swiftly as thy shining Flivver." Twelve yearning stanzas88. And then the loving cup was passed a second time. "I drink to the Greater Being" was now the formula. All drank. Tirelessly the music played. The drums beat. The crying and clashing of the harmonies were an obsession89 in the melted bowels. The Second Solidarity Hymn was sung. "Come, Greater Being, Social Friend,
Annihilating90 Twelve-in-One! We long to die, for when we end,
Our larger life has but begun."
Again twelve stanzas. By this time the soma had begun to work. Eyes shone, cheeks were flushed, the inner light of universal benevolence91 broke out on every face in happy, friendly smiles. Even Bernard felt himself a little melted. When Morgana Rothschild turned and beamed at him, he did his best to beam back. But the eyebrow, that black two-in-one-alas, it was still there; he couldn't ignore it, couldn't, however hard he tried. The melting hadn't gone far enough. Perhaps if he had been sitting between Fifi and Joanna ... For the third time the loving cup went round; "I drink to the imminence92 of His Coming," said Morgana Rothschild, whose turn it happened to be to initiate93 the circular rite39. Her tone was loud, exultant94. She drank and passed the cup to Bernard. "I drink to the imminence of His Coming," he repeated, with a sincere attempt to feel that the coming was imminent95; but the eyebrow continued to haunt him, and the Coming, so far as he was concerned, was horribly remote. He drank and handed the cup to Clara Deterding. "It'll be a failure again," he said to himself. "I know it will." But he went on doing his best to beam.
The loving cup had made its circuit. Lifting his hand, the President gave a signal; the chorus broke out into the third Solidarity Hymn. "Feel how the Greater Being comes!
Rejoice and, in rejoicings, die! Melt in the music of the drums!
For I am you and you are I." As verse succeeded verse the voices thrilled with an ever intenser excitement. The sense of the Coming's imminence was like an electric tension in the air. The President switched off the music and, with the final note of the final stanza87, there was absolute silence-the silence of stretched expectancy, quivering and creeping with a galvanic life. The President reached out his hand; and suddenly a Voice, a deep strong Voice, more musical than any merely human voice, richer, warmer, more vibrant96 with love and yearning and compassion, a wonderful, mysterious, supernatural Voice spoke from above their heads. Very slowly, "Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said diminishingly and on a descending scale. A sensation of warmth radiated thrillingly out from the solar plexus to every extremity97 of the bodies of those who listened; tears came into their eyes; their hearts, their bowels seemed to move within them, as though with an independent life. "Ford!" they were melting, "Ford!" dissolved, dissolved. Then, in another tone, suddenly, star-tlingly. "Listen!" trumpeted98 the voice. "Listen!" They listened. After a pause, sunk to a whisper, but a whisper, somehow, more penetrating99 than the loudest cry. "The feet of the Greater Being," it went on, and repeated the words: "The feet of the Greater Being." The whisper almost expired. "The feet of the Greater Being are on the stairs." And once more there was silence; and the expectancy, momentarily relaxed, was stretched again, tauter100, tauter, almost to the tearing point. The feet of the Greater Being-oh, they heard them, they heard them, coming softly down the stairs, coming nearer and nearer down the invisible stairs. The feet of the Greater Being. And suddenly the tearing point was reached. Her eyes staring, her lips parted. Morgana Rothschild sprang to her feet. "I hear him," she cried. "I hear him." "He's coming," shouted Sarojini Engels.
"Yes, he's coming, I hear him." Fifi Bradlaugh and Tom Kawaguchi rose simultaneously to their feet. "Oh, oh, oh!" Joanna inarticulately testified. "He's coming!" yelled Jim Bokanovsky.
The President leaned forward and, with a touch, released a delirium101 of cymbals102 and blown brass103, a fever of tom-tomming. "Oh, he's coming!" screamed Clara Deterding. "Aie!" and it was as though she were having her throat cut.
Feeling that it was time for him to do something, Bernard also jumped up and shouted: "I hear him; He's coming." But it wasn't true. He heard nothing and, for him, nobody was coming. Nobody-in spite of the music, in spite of the mounting excitement. But he waved his arms, he shouted with the best of them; and when the others began to jig104 and stamp and shuffle105, he also jigged106 and shuffled107. Round they went, a circular procession of dancers, each with hands on the hips108 of the dancer preceding, round and round, shouting in unison109, stamping to the rhythm of the music with their feet, beating it, beating it out with hands on the buttocks in front; twelve pairs of hands beating as one; as one, twelve buttocks slabbily resounding110. Twelve as one, twelve as one. "I hear Him, I hear Him coming." The music quickened; faster beat the feet, faster, faster fell the rhythmic111 hands. And all at once a great synthetic bass boomed out the words which announced the approaching atonement and final consummation of solidarity, the coming of the Twelve-in-One, the incarnation of the Greater Being. "Orgy-porgy," it sang, while the tom-toms continued to beat their feverish112 tattoo113: "Orgy-porgy, Ford and fun, Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at One with girls at peace; Orgy-porgy gives release."
"Orgy-porgy," the dancers caught up the liturgical114 refrain, "Orgy-porgy, Ford and fun, kiss the girls ..." And as they sang, the lights began slowly to fade-to fade and at the same time to grow warmer, richer, redder, until at last they were dancing in the crimson twilight of an Embryo55 Store. "Orgy-porgy ..." In their blood-coloured and foetal darkness the dancers continued for a while to circulate, to beat and beat out the indefatigable rhythm. "Orgy-porgy ..." Then the circle wavered, broke, fell in partial disintegration115 on the ring of couches which sur-rounded-circle enclosing circle-the table and its planetary chairs. "Orgy-porgy ..." Tenderly the deep Voice crooned and cooed; in the red twilight it was as though some enormous negro dove were hovering116 benevolently117 over the now prone118 or supine dancers. They were standing119 on the roof; Big Henry had just sung eleven. The night was calm and warm.
"Wasn't it wonderful?" said Fifi Bradlaugh. "Wasn't it simply wonderful?" She looked at Bernard with an expression of rapture120, but of rapture in which there was no trace of agitation121 or excitement-for to be excited is still to be unsatisfied. Hers was the calm ecstasy122 of achieved consummation, the peace, not of mere44 vacant satiety123 and nothingness, but of balanced life, of energies at rest and in equilibrium124. A rich and living peace. For the Solidarity Service had given as well as taken, drawn off only to replenish125. She was full, she was made perfect, she was still more than merely herself. "Didn't you think it was wonderful?" she insisted, looking into Bernard's face with those supernaturally shining eyes.
"Yes, I thought it was wonderful," he lied and looked away; the sight of her transfigured face was at once an accusation126 and an ironical127 reminder128 of his own separateness. He was as miserably isolated129 now as he had been when the service began-more isolated by reason of his unreplenished emptiness, his dead satiety. Separate and unatoned, while the others were being fused into the Greater Being; alone even in Morgana's embrace-much more alone, indeed, more hopelessly himself than he had ever been in his life before. He had emerged from that crimson twilight into the common electric glare with a self-consciousness intensified130 to the pitch of agony. He was utterly131 miserable132, and perhaps (her shining eyes accused him), perhaps it was his own fault. "Quite wonderful," he repeated; but the only thing he could think of was Morgana's eyebrow.
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twilight
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cymbals
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