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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

plug into his cheek and walked slowly away towards

the hangars, ruminating.

Henry Foster had had his machine wheeled

out of its lock-up and, when Lenina arrived, was

already seated in the cockpit, waiting.

"Four minutes late," was all his comment, as

she climbed in beside him. He started the engines

and threw the helicopter screws into gear. The

machine shot vertically into the air. Henry

accelerated; the humming of the propeller shrilled

from hornet to wasp, from wasp to mosquito; the

speedometer showed that they were rising at the

best part of two kilometres a minute. London

diminished beneath them. The huge table-topped

buildings were no more, in a few seconds, than a

bed of geometrical mushrooms sprouting from the

green of park and garden. In the midst of them,

thin-stalked, a taller, slenderer fungus, the Charing-

T Tower lifted towards the sky a disk of shining

concrete.

Like the vague torsos of fabulous athletes,

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