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Let's go away," she begged. "I really don't like it." But at this instant their information came again and, beckoning them to fol- low, led the way down the narrow avenue in between the residences. They rounded a corner. A dead canine was lying on a rubbish heap a lady with a goitre was wanting for lice in the hair of a small lady. Their guideline halted at the foot of a ladder, elevated his hand perpendicularly, then darted it horizontally forward. They did what he mutely command- ed-climbed the ladder and walked via the doorway, to which it gave entry, into a lengthy narrow home, rather dark and smelling of smoke and cooked grease and long-worn, extensive-unwashed dresses. At the even more finish of the area was a further doorway, by which came a shaft of sunlight and the sound, really loud and shut, of the drums. They stepped throughout the threshold and discovered themselves on a extensive terrace. Below them, shut in by the tall residences, was the village square, crowded with Indians. Bright blankets, and feathers in black hair, and the glint of turquoise, and dim skins shining with warmth. Lenina put her handkerchief to her nose once again. In the open up place at the centre of the square have been two round platforms of masonry and trampled clay-the roofs, it was obvious, of underground chambers for in the centre of each individual platform was an open hatchway, with a ladder emerging from the lower darkness. A seem of subterranean flute taking part in arrived up and was almost missing in the regular remorseless persistence of the drums. Lenina favored the drums. Shutting her eyes she abandoned herself to their gentle recurring thunder, authorized it to invade her consciousness a lot more and much more absolutely, until at last there was nothing at all remaining in the entire world but that just one deep pulse of seem. It reminded her reassuringly of the artificial noises produced at Solidarity Services and Ford's Day celebrations. "Orgy-porgy," she whispered to herself. These drums defeat out just the very same rhythms. There was a unexpected startling burst of singing-hundreds of male voices crying out fiercely in harsh metallic unison. A several extended notes and si- lence, the thunderous silence of the drums then shrill, in a neighing treble, the women's remedy. Then yet again the drums and after more the men's deep savage affirmation of their manhood. Queer-indeed. The area was queer, so was the audio, so have been the clothing and the goitres and the pores and skin conditions and the aged people. But the efficiency by itself-there seemed to be almost nothing specifically queer about that. "It reminds me of a lower-caste Community Sing," she told Bernard. But a little later it was reminding her a good offer less of that innocu- ous operate. For abruptly there had swarmed up from those round chambers underground a ghastly troop of monsters. Hideously masked or painted out of all semblance of humanity, they had tramped out a odd limping dance round the sq. spherical and yet again round, sing- ing as they went, spherical and spherical-each and every time a small a lot quicker and the drums had modified and quickened their rhythm, so that it became like the pulsing of fever in the ears and the group experienced begun to sing with the dancers, louder and louder and initial just one female had shrieked, and then a further and yet another, as although they were remaining killed and then out of the blue the leader of the dancers broke out of the line, ran to a massive picket chest which was standing at one conclusion of the sq., raised the lid and pulled out a pair of black snakes. A good yell went up from the crowd, and all the other dancers ran toward him with out- stretched palms. He tossed the snakes to the very first-comers, then dipped again into the upper body for more. More and more, black snakes and brown and mottled-he flung them out. And then the dance started again on a various rhythm. Round and round they went with their snakes, snak- ily, with a soft undulating motion at the knees and hips. Round and round. Then the chief gave a sign, and a single soon after yet another, all the snakes had been flung down in the center of the sq. an outdated person arrived up from underground and sprinkled them with corn food, and from the other hatchway arrived a lady and sprinkled them with h2o from a black jar. Then the previous man lifted his hand and, startlingly, terrifyingly, there was complete silence. The drums stopped beating, life appeared to have occur to an finish. The aged man pointed in the direction of the two hatchways that gave entrance to the decreased world. And bit by bit, raised by invisible palms from underneath, there emerged from the just one a painted image of an eagle, from the other that of a man, naked, and nailed to a cross. They hung there, seemingly self-sustained, as nevertheless observing. The aged guy clapped his palms. Naked but for a white cotton breech-fabric, a boy of about eighteen stepped out of the crowd and stood before him, his palms crossed around his chest, his head bowed. The old gentleman built the indication of the cross in excess of him and turned absent. Slowly, the boy began to walk round the writhing heap of snakes. He had completed the to start with circuit and was 50 percent-way by the 2nd when, from among the the dancers, a tall guy carrying the mask of a coyote and maintain- ing in his hand a whip of plaited leather, innovative in direction of him. The boy moved on as even though unaware of the other's existence. The coyote- gentleman lifted his whip, there was a lengthy instant of expectancy, then a swift motion, the whistle of the lash and its loud flat-sounding im- pact on the flesh. The boy's overall body quivered but he made no sound, he walked on at the similar slow, continual tempo. The coyote struck once more, again and at every blow at very first a gasp, and then a deep groan went up from the crowd. The boy walked. Twice, thrice, four situations spherical he went. The blood was streaming. Five times round, 6 moments spherical. Suddenly Lenina lined her facial area shish her fingers and began to sob. "Oh, Free Sex Veido prevent them, end them