george Orwell,s 1984

sat gazing stupidly at the paper. Winston was just taking his place in one of the middle rows when two people whom he knew by sight, but had never spoken to, came unexpectedly into the room. His pen had slid voluptuously over the smooth paper, printing in large neat capitals. Why isnt it working? Actually he was not used to writing by hand. The blackmoustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner.

It was a book without a title. It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck. I know all about your contempt, your hatred, your disgust. People simply disappeared, always during the night. The girl with dark hair was sitting immediately behind. He was an object of hatred more constant than either Eurasia or Eastasia, since when Oceania was at war with one of these Powers it was generally at peace with the other. Winston roused himself and sat up straighter. Something in his face suggested it irresistibly. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. But don't worry, I am on your side!' And then the flash of intelligence was gone, and O'Brien's face was as inscrutable as everybody else's. Winston's entrails seemed to grow cold.

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