m3_9

Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier.


The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well-being.
(The embryo is hungry; day in, day out, the blood-surrogate pump unceasingly turns its eight hundred revolutions a minute.
The decanted infant howls; at once a nurse appears with a bottle of external secretion.


Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation.
Shorten that interval, break down all those old unnecessary barriers.
"Fortunate boys!" said the Controller. "No pains have been spared to make your lives emotionally easy–to preserve you, so far as that is possible, from having emotions at all."
"Ford's in his flivver," murmured the D.H.C. "All's well with the world."
"Lenina Crowne?" said Henry Foster, echoing the Assistant Predestinator's question as he zipped up his trousers.
"Oh, she's a splendid girl. Wonderfully pneumatic. I'm surprised you haven't had her."
"I can't think how it is I haven't," said the Assistant Predestinator.
"I certainly will. At the first opportunity."
From his place on the opposite side of the changing-room aisle, Bernard Marx overheard what they were saying and turned pale.
"And to tell the truth," said Lenina, "I'm beginning to get just a tiny bit bored with nothing but Henry every day."
She pulled on her left stocking. "Do you know Bernard Marx?"
she asked in a tone whose excessive casualness was evidently forced.
Fanny looked startled. "You don't mean to say …?"
"Why not? Bernard's an Alpha Plus. Besides, he asked me to go to one of the Savage Reservations with him.
I've always wanted to see a Savage Reservation."
"But his reputation?"
"What do I care about his reputation?"
"They say he doesn't like Obstacle Golf."
"They say, they say," mocked Lenina.
"And then he spends most of his time by himself–alone." There was horror in Fanny's voice.
"Well, he won't be alone when he's with me. And anyhow, why are people so beastly to him?
I think he's rather sweet." She smiled to herself; how absurdly shy he had been!
Frightened almost–as though she were a World ControUer and he a Gamma-Minus machine minder.
"Consider your own lives," said Mustapha Mond. "Has any of you ever encountered an insurmountable obstacle?"
The question was answered by a negative silence.
冲动受到阻碍就会横流放肆，那横流放肆的是感觉，是激情，甚至是疯狂：究竟是什么呢？这得决定于水流的力量和障碍的高度与强度。
没有受到阻碍的水流就沿着既定的渠道和平地流人静谧的幸福。
胚胎饿了，代血剂泵就日夜不停地转，每分钟八百次。
换了瓶的胎儿哭了，护士立即拿来外分泌瓶。
感情就在欲望与满足的间歇里隐藏。
间歇要缩短，打倒不必要的旧障碍。
“幸运的孩子们！”总统说，“为了减轻你们生活中的感情折磨我们不辞一切辛劳——只要有可能，决不让你们产生感情冲动。”
“福帝在车，”主任念念有词，“天下太平。”
“列宁娜·克朗吗？”亨利·福斯特拉上裤子拉链，回答局长助理说。
“哦，她是个非常好的姑娘，极有灵气。可你居然没有得到过她，我很意外。”
“我想不出我怎么会没有得到过她，”命运预定局局长助理说，
“有机会我肯定会的。”
换瓶室走道那边的伯纳·马克思偷听到两人的谈话，脸色苍白了。
“说实话，”列宁娜说，“每天都跟亨利一起，再没有别的东西，我也觉得厌倦。”
她拉上了左脚的袜子。“你认得伯纳·马克思吗？”
她说话时口气过分随便，显然是装出来的。
范尼露出吃惊的神色。“你不会是说……。”
“为什么不行？伯纳是个阿尔法加，而且他约过我和他一起到野蛮人保留地去。
那地方我一直就想去看看呢。”
“可是他那名声？”
“我为什么非得要管他的什么名声？”
“据说他不喜欢玩障碍高尔夫。”
“据说，据说。”列宁娜嘲笑范尼。
“而且他大部分时间都一个人过——孤独。”范尼的口气带着害怕。
“晤，可他跟我在一起就不会孤独了。而且，大家对他为什么那么恶劣？
我倒觉得他挺可爱的。”她悄悄地笑了。伯纳那羞涩的态度多么荒谬！
几乎是害怕——就好像她是世界总统，而伯纳却是个管理机器的伽玛减似的。
“想一想你们自己的生活吧，”穆斯塔法·蒙德说，“你们有谁遇到过无法克服的困难没有？”
回答是沉默，表示否定。