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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

After that the Savage was left for a time in

peace. A few helicopters came and hovered

inquisitively round the tower. He shot an arrow into

the importunately nearest of them. It pierced the

aluminum floor of the cabin; there was a shrill yell,

and the machine went rocketing up into the air with

all the acceleration that its super-charger could give

it. The others, in future, kept their distance

respectfully. Ignoring their tiresome humming (he

likened himself in his imagination to one of the

suitors of the Maiden of Mátsaki, unmoved and

persistent among the winged vermin), the Savage

dug at what was to be his garden. After a time the

vermin evidently became bored and flew away; for

hours at a stretch the sky above his head was

empty and, but for the larks, silent.

The weather was breathlessly hot, there was

thunder in the air. He had dug all the morning and

was resting, stretched out along the floor. And

suddenly the thought of Lenina was a real presence,

naked and tangible, saying "Sweet!" and "Put your

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