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Chapter 7
’Soundsallright,butwhereshouldwebebyWednesday?’
’Solongasyoucanforgetyourbodyyouarehappy,’saidLadyBennerley.’Andthemomentyoubegintobeawareofyourbody,youarewretched.So,ifcivilizationisanygood,ithastohelpustoforgetourbodies,andthentimepasseshappilywithoutourknowingit.’
’Helpustogetridofourbodiesaltogether,’saidWinterslow.’It’squitetimemanbegantoimproveonhisownnature,especiallythephysicalsideofit.’
’Imagineifwefloatedliketobaccosmoke,’saidConnie.
’Itwon’thappen,’saidDukes.’Ouroldshowwillcomeflop;ourcivilizationisgoingtofall.It’sgoingdownthebottomlesspit,downthechasm.Andbelieveme,theonlybridgeacrossthechasmwillbethephallus!’
’Ohdo!Dobeimpossible,General!’criedOlive.
’Ibelieveourcivilizationisgoingtocollapse,’saidAuntEva.
’Andwhatwillcomeafterit?’askedClifford.
’Ihaven’tthefaintestidea,butsomething,Isuppose,’saidtheelderlylady.
’Conniesayspeoplelikewispsofsmoke,andOlivesaysimmunizedwomen,andbabiesinbottles,andDukessaysthephallusisthebridgetowhatcomesnext.Iwonderwhatitwillreallybe?’saidClifford.
’Oh,don’tbother!let’sgetonwithtoday,’saidOlive.’Onlyhurryupwiththebreedingbottle,andletuspoorwomenoff.’
’Theremightevenberealmen,inthenextphase,’saidTommy.’Real,intelligent,wholesomemen,andwholesomenicewomen!Wouldn’tthatbeachange,anenormouschangefromus?we’renotmen,andthewomenaren’twomen.
