“But how many?” asked Fanny, shrugging her shoulders contemptuously. “As though there weren’t millions of other men in the world.” “But it’s absurd to let yourself get into a state like this. Sighing, Lenina went on with her work.Īn hour later, in the Changing Room, Fanny was energetically protesting.
Twenty-two years, eight months, and four days from that moment, a promising young Alpha-Minus administrator at Mwanza-Mwanza was to die of trypanosomiasis-the first case for over half a century. In the end, she decided not to run the risk of letting it have a second dose, and moved down the line to the next bottle. “John,” she murmured to herself, “John …” Then “My Ford,” she wondered, “have I given this one its sleeping sickness injection, or haven’t I?” She simply couldn’t remember. of her own! She sighed profoundly as she refilled her syringe. treatment indeed! She would have laughed, if she hadn’t been on the point of crying. “Oh, for Ford’s sake,” said Lenina, breaking her stubborn silence, “shut up!” And she turned back to her neglected embryos.Ī V.P.S. Sometimes, you know, the standard passion surrogate isn’t quite …” “Perhaps you need a Pregnancy Substitute,” he suggested. “A doctor a day keeps the jim-jams away,” he added heartily, driving home his hypnopaedic adage with a clap on the shoulder.
“Anyhow, you ought to go and see the doctor,” said Henry. “You’re not feeling ill, are you?” he asked, a trifle anxiously, afraid that she might be suffering from one of the few remaining infectious diseases. Henry detected the weariness in those purple eyes, the pallor beneath that glaze of lupus, the sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth. “Going out with some one else?” It interested him to know which of his friends was being had by which other. HENRY FOSTER loomed up through the twilight of the Embryo Store.
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