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Saw
division
grow
together
.
.
.
"
"
Orgy
-
porgy
!
"
said
Bernard
,
interrupting
the
reading
with
a
loud
,
unpleasant
laugh
.
"
It
s
just
a
Solidarity
Service
hymn
.
"
He
was
revenging
himself
on
his
two
friends
for
liking
one
another
more
than
they
liked
him
.
In
the
course
of
their
next
two
or
three
meetings
he
frequently
repeated
this
little
act
of
vengeance
.
It
was
simple
and
,
since
both
Helmholtz
and
the
Savage
were
dreadfully
pained
by
the
shattering
and
defilement
of
a
favourite
poetic
crystal
,
extremely
effective
.
In
the
end
,
Helmholtz
threatened
to
kick
him
out
of
the
room
if
he
dared
to
interrupt
again
.
And
yet
,
strangely
enough
,
the
next
interruption
,
the
most
disgraceful
of
all
,
came
from
Helmholtz
himself
.
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The
Savage
was
reading
Romeo
and
Juliet
aloud
reading
(
for
all
the
time
he
was
seeing
himself
as
Romeo
and
Lenina
as
Juliet
)
with
an
intense
and
quivering
passion
.
Helmholtz
had
listened
to
the
scene
of
the
lovers
first
meeting
with
a
puzzled
interest
.
The
scene
in
the
orchard
had
delighted
him
with
its
poetry
;
but
the
sentiments
expressed
had
made
him
smile
.
Getting
into
such
a
state
about
having
a
girl
it
seemed
rather
ridiculous
.
But
,
taken
detail
by
verbal
detail
,
what
a
superb
piece
of
emotional
engineering
!
"
That
old
fellow
,
"
he
said
,
"
he
makes
our
best
propaganda
technicians
look
absolutely
silly
.
"
The
Savage
smiled
triumphantly
and
resumed
his
reading
.
All
went
tolerably
well
until
,
in
the
last
scene
of
the
third
act
,
Capulet
and
Lady
Capulet
began
to
bully
Juliet
to
marry
Paris
.
Helmholtz
had
been
restless
throughout
the
entire
scene
;
but
when
,
pathetically
mimed
by
the
Savage
,
Juliet
cried
out
:
"
Is
there
no
pity
sitting
in
the
clouds
,
That
sees
into
the
bottom
of
my
grief
?
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O
sweet
my
mother
,
cast
me
not
away
:
Delay
this
marriage
for
a
month
,
a
week
;
Or
,
if
you
do
not
,
make
the
bridal
bed