Turning, with eyes a little saddened by the recollection, of Benito's curly blackness, she saw in a corner the small thin body, the melancholy face of Bernard Marx. And looking at Benito Hoover, she couldn't help remembering that he was really too hairy when he took his clothes off.
Charming boys! Still, she did wish that George Edzel's ears weren't quite so big (perhaps he'd been given just a spot too much parathyroid at Metre 328?). They were dear boys, she thought, as she returned their salutations. She was a popular girl and, at one time or another, had spent a night with almost all of them. The lift was crowded with men from the Alpha Changing Rooms, and Lenina's entry was greeted by many friendly nods and smiles.
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