Dominique Wiegman (Brave New World - Chapter #7)

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ignoring it, Bernard proceeded to make open comments on this revoltingly viviparous scene.

Round and round they went with
their snakes, snakily, with a soft undulating movement at the knees and hips.

His face was profoundly wrinkled and black, like a
mask of obsidian.

But a little later it was reminding her a good deal less of that innocuous function.

Cloaks of turkey feathers fluttered from their shoulders; huge
feather diadems exploded gaudily round their heads.

At their feet lay a straggle
of low buildings, a criss-cross of walls; and on three sides the precipices fell
sheer into the plain.

The
channel wound between precipitous banks, and slanting from one wall to the
other across the valley ran a streak of green-the river and its fields.

Suddenly it was as though the whole air had come alive and were pulsing,
pulsing with the indefatigable movement of blood.

Hideously masked or painted out of
all semblance of humanity, they had tramped out a strange limping dance
round the square; round and again round, singing as they went, round and
round-each time a little faster; and the drums had changed and quickened their
rhythm, so that it became like the pulsing of fever in the ears; and the crowd
had begun to sing with the dancers, louder and louder; and first one woman
had shrieked, and then another and another, as though they were being killed;...

An almost naked Indian was very slowly climbing down the ladder from the
first-floor terrace of a neighboring house-rung after rung, with the tremulous
caution of extreme old age.