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Chapter 7
Andshedidfeelthepeculiar,witheringcoldnessunderitall;likethesoilofLabrador,whichhisgaylittleflowersonitssurface,andafootdownisfrozen.
TommyDukeswasatWragby,andanotherman,HarryWinterslow,andJackStrangewayswithhiswifeOlive.Thetalkwasmuchmoredesultorythanwhenonlythecronieswerethere,andeverybodywasabitbored,fortheweatherwasbad,andtherewasonlybilliards,andthepianolatodanceto.
Olivewasreadingabookaboutthefuture,whenbabieswouldbebredinbottles,andwomenwouldbe’immunized’.
’Jollygoodthingtoo!’shesaid.’Thenawomancanliveherownlife.’Strangewayswantedchildren,andshedidn’t.
’How’dyouliketobeimmunized?’Winterslowaskedher,withanuglysmile.
’IhopeIam;naturally,’shesaid.’Anyhowthefuture’sgoingtohavemoresense,andawomanneedn’tbedraggeddownbyherfunctions.’
’Perhapsshe’llfloatoffintospacealtogether,’saidDukes.
’Idothinksufficientcivilizationoughttoeliminatealotofthephysicaldisabilities,’saidClifford.’Allthelove-businessforexample,itmightjustaswellgo.Isupposeitwouldifwecouldbreedbabiesinbottles.’
’No!’criedOlive.’Thatmightleaveallthemoreroomforfun.’
’Isuppose,’saidLadyBennerley,contemplatively,’ifthelove-businesswent,somethingelsewouldtakeitsplace.Morphia,perhaps.Alittlemorphineinalltheair.Itwouldbewonderfullyrefreshingforeverybody.’
’ThegovernmentreleasingetherintotheaironSaturdays,foracheerfulweekend!’saidJack.
