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pened; he was thinking of Lenina, of an angel in bottle-green viscose, lustrous
with youth and skin food, plump, benevolently smiling. His voice faltered. “O
brave new world,” he began, then-suddenly interrupted himself; the blood had
left his cheeks; he was as pale as paper.

“Are you married to her?” he asked.
“Am I what?”
“Married. You know-for ever. They say ’for ever’ in the Indian words; it can’t
be broken.”
“Ford, no!” Bernard couldn’t help laughing.
John also laughed, but for another reason-laughed for pure joy.

“O brave new world,” he repeated. “O brave new world that has such people
in it. Let’s start at once.”
“You have a most peculiar way of talking sometimes,” said Bernard, staring at
the young man in perplexed astonishment. “And, anyhow, hadn’t you better
wait till you actually see the new world?”

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