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"I should say she was pretty," said a loud and cheery voice just behind him.
“我要說她真漂亮。”他身后一個(gè)聲音快活地叫道。
Bernard started and looked around. The chubby red face of Benito Hoover was beaming down at him–beaming with manifest cordiality.
伯納吃了一驚，回頭一看。本尼托·胡怫正低著他那胖乎乎紅撲撲的臉望著他笑——顯然是發(fā)自內(nèi)心的笑。
Benito was notoriously good-natured. People said of him that he could have got through life without ever touching soma.
本尼托是以溫和著名的。大家都說他大概一輩子不必使用唆麻。
The malice and bad tempers from which other people had to take holidays never afflicted him.
壞心眼呀，怪脾氣呀，能弄得別人非休假不可的東西對(duì)他卻從來不起作用。
Reality for Benito was always sunny.
在本尼托面前現(xiàn)實(shí)永遠(yuǎn)陽光燦爛。
"Pneumatic too. And how!" Then, in another tone: "But, I say," he went on, "you do look glum! What you need is a gramme of soma." Diving into his right-hand trouser-pocket, Benito produced a phial. "
“而且有靈氣。多有靈氣！”然后他換了一個(gè)調(diào)子，“可是我說，”他接下去，“你確實(shí)一臉憂郁，你需要的是一克唆麻，”他右手伸進(jìn)口袋，掏出一個(gè)小瓶子，
One cubic centimetre cures ten gloomy … But, I say!"
“只需吞下一小片，十種煩惱都不見……可是我說！”
Bernard had suddenly turned and rushed away.
伯納已突然轉(zhuǎn)身匆匆走掉了。
Benito stared after him. "What can be the matter with the fellow?" he wondered, and, shaking his head, decided that the story about the alcohol having been put into the poor chap's blood-surrogate must be true.
本尼托盯著他看了一會(huì)兒。“這家伙究竟是怎么回事了？”他感到茫然，搖了搖頭，認(rèn)定關(guān)于那可憐家伙的代血?jiǎng)├锓胚M(jìn)了過多酒精的故事是真的。
"Touched his brain, I suppose."
“影響了腦袋，我看是?！?/div>
He put away the soma bottle, and taking out a packet of sex-hormone chewing-gum,
他放開了唆麻瓶，掏出了一包性荷爾蒙口香糖，
stuffed a plug into his cheek and walked slowly away towards the hangars, ruminating.
塞了一片到嘴里，一邊納悶一邊慢慢走向飛機(jī)庫。
Henry Foster had had his machine wheeled out of its lock-up and, when Lenina arrived, was already seated in the cockpit, waiting.
亨利·福斯特已經(jīng)把他的飛機(jī)從機(jī)庫推出，列寧娜來到時(shí)，他已坐進(jìn)了駕駛艙等候著。
"Four minutes late," was all his comment, as she climbed in beside him. He started the engines and threw the helicopter screws into gear.
“晚了四分鐘。”他只說了這么一句。她上了飛機(jī)，在他身邊坐了下來。亨利發(fā)動(dòng)引擎，直升機(jī)螺旋槳掛上了擋。
The machine shot vertically into the air.
飛機(jī)垂直射入天空。
Henry accelerated; the humming of the propeller shrilled from hornet to wasp, from wasp to mosquito;
亨利一加速，螺旋槳尖叫起來，轟鳴聲從大黃蜂變成了黃蜂，再從黃蜂變成了蚊子。
the speedometer showed that they were rising at the best part of two kilometres a minute.
速度計(jì)表明他們正以大體每分鐘兩公里的速度上升。
London diminished beneath them. The huge table-topped buildings were no more, in a few seconds, than a bed of geometrical mushrooms sprouting from the green of park and garden.
倫敦在他們身下猛然縮小。幾秒鐘之內(nèi)巨大的平頂建筑便只如一片片幾何圖形的蘑菇，挺立于公園和花園的綠色之上。
In the midst of them, thin-stalked, a taller, slenderer fungus, the Charing-T Tower lifted towards the sky a disk of shining concrete.
其中有一個(gè)小一點(diǎn)的細(xì)莖蘑菇，更高更長(zhǎng)，向空中擎起一個(gè)亮閃閃的水泥圓盤，那就是切林T字架。
