THE MACHINE STOPS
Who is it?’ she called. Her voice was irritable, for she had been interrupted often since the music began. She knew several thousand people, in certain directions human intercourse had advanced enormously.
But when she listened into the receiver, her white face wrinkled into smiles, and she said:
‘Very well. Let us talk, I will isolate myself. I do not expect anything important will happen for the next five minutes – for I can give you fully five minutes, Kuno. Then I must deliver my lecture on “Music during the Australian Period”.’
She touched the isolation knob, so that no one else could speak to her. Then she touched the lighting apparatus, and the little room was plunged into darkness.
What is it, dearest boy? Be quick. Why could you not send it by pneumatic post?’
‘Because I prefer saying such a thing. I want----'
‘Well?’
‘I want you to come and see me.’
Vashti watched his face in the blue plate.
‘But I can see you!’ she exclaimed. ‘What more do you want?’
