‘Lighter than air, ’said Bernard, pointing upwards.
      Like a pearl in the sky, high, high above them, the Weather Department’s captive balloon shone rosily in the sunshine.
      ‘... the said Savage, ’so ran Bernard’s instructions,‘to be shown civilized life in all its aspects...’
      He was being shown a bird’s�瞖ye view of it at present, a bird’s eye view from the platform of the Charing T Tower. The Station Master and the Resident Meteorologist were acting as guides. But it was Bernard who did most of the talking.Intoxicated, he was behaving as though, at the very least, he were a visiting World Controller.Lighter than air.
      The Bombay Green Rocket dropped out of the sky. The passengers alighted. Eight identical Dravidian twins in khaki looked out of the eight portholes of the cabin-the stewards.
      ‘Twelve hundred and fifty kilometres an hour, ’said the Station Master impressively.‘What do you think of that, Mr Savage?’
      John thought it very nice.‘Still, ’he said, ‘Ariel could put a girdle round the earth in forty minutes.’
      ‘The Savage, ’wrote Bernard in his report to Mustapha Mond, ‘shows surprisingly little astonishment at’or awe of, civilized inventions. This is partly due, no doubt, to the fact that he has heard them talked about by the woman Linda, his m-.’
      (Mustapha Mond frowned.‘Does the fool think I’m too squeamish to see the word written out at full length?’)
      ‘Partly on his interest being focussed on what he calls“the soul”, which he persists as regarding as an entity independent of the physical environment; whereas, as I tried to point out to him...’
      The Controller skipped the next sentences and was just about to turn the page in search of something more interestingly concrete, when his eye was caught by a series of quite extraordinary phrases.‘... though I must admit, ’he read, ‘that I agree with the Savage in finding civilized infantility too easy or, as he puts it, not expensive enough;and I would like to take this opportunity of drawing your fordship’s attention to...’
      Mustapha Mond’s anger gave place almost at once to mirth. The idea of this creature solemnly lecturing him- him -about the social order was really too grotesque.The man must have gone mad.‘I ought to give him a lesson, ’he said to himself; then threw back his head and laughed aloud.For the moment, at any rate, the lesson would not be given.