"If I didn't like you so much," she said, "I'd be furious with you." And suddenly her arms were round his neck; he felt her lips soft against his own. So deliciously soft, so warm and electric that inevitably he found himself thinking of the embraces in Three Weeks in a Helicopter. Ooh! ooh! the stereoscopic blonde and anh! the more than real black-amoor. Horror, horror, horror... he fired to disengage himself; but Lenina tightened her embrace.