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Oh brave new world
A
squat
grey
building
of
only
thirty
-
four
stories
.
Over
the
main
entrance
the
words
,
CENTRAL
LONDON
HATCHERY
AND
CONDITIONING
CENTRE
,
and
,
in
a
shield
,
the
World
State
’
s
motto
,
COMMUNITY
,
IDENTITY
,
STABILITY
.
The
enormous
room
on
the
ground
floor
faced
towards
the
north
.
Cold
for
all
the
summer
beyond
the
panes
,
for
all
the
tropical
heat
of
the
room
itself
,
a
harsh
thin
light
glared
through
the
windows
,
hungrily
seeking
some
draped
lay
figure
,
some
pallid
shape
of
academic
goose
flesh
,
but
finding
only
the
glass
and
nickel
and
bleakly
shining
porcelain
of
a
laboratory
.
Wintriness
responded
to
wintriness
.
The
overalls
of
the
workers
were
white
,
their
hands
gloved
with
a
pale
corpse
-
coloured
rubber
.
The
light
was
frozen
,
dead
,
a
ghost
.
Only
from
the
yellow
barrels
of
the
microscopes
did
it
borrow
a
certain
rich
and
living
substance
,
lying
along
the
polished
tubes
like
butter
,
streak
after
luscious
streak
in
long
recession
down
the
work
tables
.
"
And
this
,
"
said
the
Director
opening
the
door
,
"
is
the
Fertilizing
Room
.
"
Bent
over
their
instruments
,
three
hundred
Fertilizers
were
plunged
,
as
the
Director
of
Hatcheries
and
Conditioning
entered
the
room
,
in
the
scarcely
breathing
silence
,
the
absent
-
minded
,
soliloquizing
hum
or
whistle
,
of
absorbed
concentration
.
A
troop
of
newly
arrived
students
,
very
young
,
pink
and
callow
,
followed
nervously
,
rather
abjectly
,
at
the
Director
’
s
heels
.
Each
of
them
carried
a
notebook
,
in
which
,
whenever
the
great
man
spoke
,
he
desperately
scribbled
.
Straight
from
the
horse
’
s
mouth
.
It
was
a
rare
privilege
.
The
D
.
H
.
C
.
for
Central
London
always
made
a
point
of
personally
conducting
his
new
students
round
the
various
departments
.
"
Just
to
give
you
a
general
idea
,
"
he
would
explain
to
them
.
For
of
course
some
sort
of
general
idea
they
must
have
,
if
they
were
to
do
their
work
intelligently
–
though
as
little
of
one
,
if
they
were
to
be
good
and
happy
members
of
society
,
as
possible
.
For
particulars
,
as
every
one
knows
,
make
for
virtue
and
happiness
;
generalities
are
intellectually
necessary
evils
.
Not
philosophers
but
fret
-
sawyers
and
stamp
collectors
compose
the
backbone
of
society
.
"
To
-
morrow
,
"
he
would
add
,
smiling
at
them
with
a
slightly
menacing
geniality
,
"
you
’
ll
be
settling
down
to
serious
work
.
You
won
’
t
have
time
for
generalities
.
Meanwhile
.
.
.
"
Meanwhile
,
it
was
a
privilege
.
Straight
from
the
horse
’
s
mouth
into
the
notebook
.
The
boys
scribbled
like
mad
.
Tall
and
rather
thin
but
upright
,
the
Director
advanced
into
the
room
.
He
had
a
long
chin
and
big
rather
prominent
teeth
,
just
covered
,
when
he
was
not
talking
,
by
his
full
,
floridly
curved
lips
.
Old
,
young
?
Thirty
?
Fifty
?
Fifty
-
five
?
It
was
hard
to
say
.
And
anyhow
the
question
didn
’
t
arise
;
in
this
year
of
stability
,
A
.
F
.
632
,
it
didn
’
t
occur
to
you
to
ask
it
.
"
I
shall
begin
at
the
beginning
,
"
said
the
D
.
H
.
C
.
and
the
more
zealous
students
recorded
his
intention
in
their
notebooks
:
Begin
at
the
beginning
.
"
These
,
"
he
waved
his
hand
,
"
are
the
incubators
.
"
And
opening
an
insulated
door
he
showed
them
racks
upon
racks
of
numbered
test
-
tubes
.
"
The
week
’
s
supply
of
ova
.
