After a time the vermin evidently became bored and flew away;
for hours at a stretch the sky above his head was empty and, but for the larks, silent. The weather was breathlessly hot, there was thunder in the air. He had dug all the morning and was resting, stretched out along the floor. And suddenly the thought of Lenina was a real presence, naked and tangible, But oh, oh,her arms round his neck, the lifting of her breasts, her mouth! At the edge of the heath stood a clump of hoary juniper bushes. He flung himself against them, he embraced, not the smooth body of his desires, but an armful of green spikes. Sharp, with a thousand points, they pricked him.