Brave New World by Aldous Leonard Huxley《美丽新世界》5(9)

" "There won't be any in the Reservation," Bernard warned her. "And no scent, no television, no hot water even. If you feel you can't stand it, stay here till I come back." Lenina was quite offended. "Of course I can stand it. I only said it was lovely here because … well, because progress is lovely, isn't it?" "Five hundred repetitions once a week from thirteen to seventeen," said Bernard wearily, as though to himself. "What did you say?" "I said that progress was lovely. That's why you mustn't come to the Reservation unless you really want to." "But I do want to." "Very well, then," said Bernard; and it was almost a threat. Their permit required the signature of the Warden of the Reservation, at whose office next morning they duly presented themselves. An Epsilon-Plus negro porter took in Bernard's card, and they were admitted almost imrnediately. The Warden was a blond and brachycephalic Alpha-Minus, short, red, moon-faced, and broad-shouldered, with a loud booming voice, very well adapted to the utterance of hypnopædic wisdom. He was a mine of irrelevant information and unasked-for good advice. Once started, he went on and on–boomingly. "…