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Limbo
Aldous Huxley
1920Huxley's early story collection, prepared story by story from Project Gutenberg plaintext.
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Chapter 4 — HAPPY FAMILIES Central question What holds a family together when the scene is all social performance? Main argument The piece presents family life as a social arrangement filled with pose,...
possession of her till, with her half-closed eyes and languorous,
trance-like movements, she might figure as the visible living symbol
of the waltz. ASTON and TOPSY lean back in their seats, marking the
time with a languid beating of the hand. CAIN sways and swoons and
revolves in his own peculiar and inimitable version of the dance._)
SIR JASPER.
(_Who has been watching the whole scene with amusement._) What a
pretty spectacle! "Music hath charms. . . ."
HENRIKA.
(_In an almost extinct voice._) Oh, Belle, Belle, I could go on
dancing like this for ever. I feel quite intoxicated with it.
TOPSY.
(_To ASTON._) What a jolly tune this is!
ASTON.
Isn't it? It's called "Dreams of Desire," I believe.
BELLE.
What a pretty name!
TOPSY.
These are wonderful flowers here.
ASTON.
Let's go and have a look at them.
(_They get up and walk round the conservatory. The flowers light up as
they pass; in the midst of each is a small electric globe._)
ASTON.
This purple one with eyes is the assafoetida flower. Don't put your
nose too near; it has a smell like burning flesh. This is a
Cypripedium from Sumatra. It is the only man-eating flower in the
world. Notice its double set of teeth. (_He puts a stick into the
mouth of the flower, which instantly snaps to, like a steel trap._)
Nasty, vicious brute! These blossoms like purple sponges belong to the
twangum tree; when you squeeze them they ooze blood. This is the
Jonesia, the octopus of the floral world: each of its eight tentacles
is armed with a sting capable of killing a horse. Now this is a most
interesting and instructive flower--the patchouli bloom. It is perhaps
the most striking example in nature of structural specialization
brought about by Evolution. If only Darwin had lived to see the
patchouli plant! You have heard of flowers specially adapting
themselves to be fertilized by bees or butterflies or spiders and
such-like? Well, this plant which grows in the forests of Guatemala
can only be fertilized by English explorers. Observe the structure of
the flower; at the base is a flat, projecting pan, containing the
pistil; above it an overarching tube ending in a spout. On either side
a small crevice about three-quarters of an inch in length may be
discerned in the fleshy lobes of the calix. The English traveller
seeing this plant is immediately struck by its resemblance to those
penny-in-the-slot machines which provide scent for the public in the
railway stations at home. Through sheer force of habit he takes a
penny from his pocket and inserts it in one of the crevices or slots.
Immediate result--a jet of highly scented liquid pollen is discharged
from the spout upon the pistil lying below, and the plant is
fertilized. Could anything be more miraculous? And yet there are those
who deny the existence of God. Poor fools!
TOPSY.
Wonderful! (_Sniffing._) What a good scent.
ASTON.
The purest patchouli.
BELLE.
How delicious! Oh, my dear . . . (_She shuts her eyes in ecstasy._)
HENRIKA.
(_Drowsily._) Delicious, 'licious. . . .
SIR JASPER.
I always like these rather _canaille_ perfumes. Their effect is
admirable.
ASTON.
This is the leopard-flower. Observe its spotted skin and its thorns
like agate claws. This is the singing Alocusia--Alocusia
Cantatrix--discovered by Humboldt during his second voyage to the
Amazons. If you stroke its throat in the right place, it will begin to
sing like a nightingale. Allow me. (_He takes her by the wrist and
guides her fingers towards the palpitating throat of a gigantic flower
shaped like a gramophone trumpet. The Alocusia bursts into song; it
has a voice like Caruso's._)
CAIN.
Oh, nyum nyum! What a hand! Oh, ma honey. (_He runs a thick black
finger along TOPSY'S arm._)
TOPSY.
What a remarkable flower!
BELLE.
I wonder whether he stroked my arm like that by accident or on
purpose.
HENRIKA.
(_Gives a little shiver._) He's touching me, he's touching me! But
somehow I feel so sleepy I can't move.
TOPSY.
(_She moves on towards the next flower: BELLE does not allow her to
disengage her hand at once._) What a curious smell this one has!
ASTON.
Be careful, be careful! That's the chloroform plant.
TOPSY.
Oh, I feel quite dizzy and faint. That smell and the heat . . . (_She
almost falls: ASTON puts out his arm and holds her up._)
ASTON.
Poor child!
CAIN.
Poh chile, poh chile! (_He hovers round her, his hands almost touching
her, trembling with excitement: his white eyeballs roll horribly._)
ASTON.
I'll open the door. The air will make you feel better. (_He opens the
conservatory door, still supporting TOPSY with his right arm. The wind
is heard, fearfully whistling: a flurry of snow blows into the
conservatory. The flowers utter piercing screams of rage and fear;
their lights flicker wildly; several turn perfectly black and drop on
to the floor writhing in agony. The floral octopus agitates its
tentacles; the twangum blooms drip blood; all the leaves of all the
trees clap together with a dry, scaly sound._)
TOPSY.
(_Faintly._) Thank you; that's better.
ASTON.
(_Closing the door._) Poor child! Come and sit down again; the
chloroform flower is a real danger. (_Much moved, he leads her back
towards the seat._)
CAIN.
(_Executes a war dance round the seated couple._) Poh chile, poh
chile! Nyum nyum nyum.
SIR JASPER.
One perceives the well-known dangers of playing the Good Samaritan
towards an afflicted member of the opposite sex. Pity has touched even
our good Cain to tears.
BELLE.
Oh, I wonder what's going to happen! It's so exciting. I'm so glad
Henrika's gone to sleep.
TOPSY.
It was silly of me to go all faint like that.
ASTON.
I ought to have warned you in time of the chloroform flower.
BELLE.
But it's such a lovely feeling now--like being in a very hot bath with
lots of verbena bath-salts, and hardly able to move with limpness, but
just ever so comfortable and happy.
ASTON.
How do you feel now? I'm afraid you're looking very pale. Poor child!
CAIN.
Poh chile, poh chile! . . .
SIR JASPER.
I don't know much about these things, but it seems to me, my dear
Aston, that the moment has decidedly arrived.
ASTON.
I'm so sorry. You poor little thing . . . (_He kisses her very gently
on the forehead._)
BELLE.
A--a--h.
HENRIKA.
Oh! He kissed me: but he's so kind and good, so kind and good. (_She
stirs and falls back again into her drowsy trance._)
CAIN.
Poh chile, poh chile! (_He leans over ASTON'S shoulder and begins
rudely kissing TOPSY'S trance-calm, parted lips. TOPSY opens her eyes
and sees the black, greasy face, the chryselephantine smile, the pink,
thick lips, the goggling eyeballs of white enamel. She screams.
HENRIKA springs up and screams too. TOPSY slips on to the floor, and
CAIN and ASTON are left face to face with HENRIKA, pale as death and
with wide-open, terrified eyes. She is trembling in every limb._)
ASTON.
(_Gives CAIN a push that sends him sprawling backwards, and falls on
his knees before the pathetic figure of HENRIKA._) Oh, I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry. What a beast I am! I don't know what I can have been
thinking of to do such a thing.
SIR JASPER.
My dear boy, I'm afraid you and Cain knew only too well what you were
thinking of. Only too well . . .
ASTON.
Will you forgive me? I can't forgive myself.
HENRIKA.
Oh, you hurt me, you frightened me so much. I can't bear it. (_She
cries._)
ASTON.
O God! O God! (_The tears start into his eyes also. He takes HENRIKA'S
hand and begins to kiss it._) I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
SIR JASPER.
If you're not very careful, Aston, you'll have Cain to deal with
again. (_CAIN has picked himself up and is creeping stealthily towards
the couple in the centre of the conservatory._)
ASTON.
(_Turning round._) Cain, you brute, go to hell! (_CAIN slinks back._)
Oh, will you forgive me for having been such a swine? What can I do?
TOPSY.
(_Who has recovered her self-possession, rises to her feet and pushes
HENRIKA into the background._) Thank you, it is really quite all
right. I think it would be best to say no more about it, to forget
what has happened.
ASTON.
Will you forgive me, then?
TOPSY.
Of course, of course. Please get up, Mr. Tyrrell.
ASTON.
(_Climbing to his feet._) I can't think how I ever came to be such a
brute.
TOPSY.
(_Coldly._) I thought we had agreed not to talk about this incident
any further. (_There is a silence._)
SIR JASPER.
Well, Aston? This has been rather fun.
BELLE.
I wish you hadn't been quite so cold with him, Topsy. Poor man! He
really is very sorry. One can see that.
HENRIKA.
But did you see that awful face? (_She shudders and covers her eyes._)
ASTON.
(_Picking up his dummy and manipulating it._) It is very hot in here,
is it not? Shall we go back to the dancing-room?
TOPSY.
(_Also takes up her dummy._) Yes, let us go back.
ASTON'S DUMMY.
Isn't that "Roses in Picardy" that the band is playing?
TOPSY'S DUMMY.
I believe it is. What a very good band, don't you think?
ASTON'S DUMMY.
Yes; it plays during dinner, you know, at the Necropole. (_To
JASPER._) Lord, what a fool I am! I'd quite forgotten; it was she who
told me so as we came in.
TOPSY'S DUMMY.
At the Necropole? Really.
ASTON'S DUMMY.
A very good band and a very good floor.
TOPSY'S DUMMY.
Yes, it's a perfect floor, isn't it? Like glass. . . . (_They go out,
followed by their respective families. BELLE supports HENRIKA, who is
still very weak after her shock._)
BELLE.
How exciting it was, wasn't it, Henrika?
HENRIKA.
Wasn't it awful--too awful! Oh, that face. . . . (_CAIN follows ASTON
out in silence and dejection. SIR JASPER brings up the rear of the
procession. His face wears its usual expression of slightly bored
amusement. He lights a cigarette._)
SIR JASPER.
Charming evening, charming evening. . . . Now it's over, I wonder
whether it ever existed. (_He goes out. The conservatory is left
empty. The flowers flash their luminous pistils; the eyes of the
assafoetida blossoms solemnly wink; leaves shake and sway and rustle;
several of the flowers are heard to utter a low chuckle, while the
Alocusia, after whistling a few derisive notes, finally utters a loud,
gross Oriental hiccough._)
THE CURTAIN SLOWLY DESCENDS.