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- The ministry of love was the truly frightening one there were no windows in it at all.
- 1984 CHOICEBOOK PROJECT
- It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking 13. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an attempt to escape the vile wind, slipped into the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering with him.
- There was no use trying the lift. Even in the best of times, it was seldom working and at present, the electric power was cut off during daylight hours. It was a part of the economy drive for hate week.
- big brother is watching you
- the instrument (telescreen it was called) could be dimmed but there was no way of shutting it off.
- Inside the flat, a voice was reading out a list of figures that had something to do with the ninth three-year plan.
- The production of pig iron
- Any sound that Winston made above a very low whisper would be picked up by it. And so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded he could be seen as well as heard.
- this was London chief city of airstrip one itself the third most populous of the provinces in Oceania.
- He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether it had always been quite like this.
- THE MINISTRY OF TRUTH CONTAINED IT WAS SAID THREE THOUSAND ROOMS ABOVE GROUND LEVEL AND CORRISPODING RAMIFICATIONS BELOW.
- PICKED OUT ON THE PLAQUE OUT FRONT THE THREE SLOGANS OF THE PARTY WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
- it was a place impossible to enter unless on official business and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed wire entanglements steel doors and hidden machine gun nests.
- by leaving the ministry at this time of day he had sacrificed his lunch in the canteen, and he was aware that there was no food in the kitchen except a hunk of dark colored bread which had got to be saved for tomorrows breakfast.
- The gin was like nitric acid and moreover, in swallowing it, one had the sensation of being hit over the head with a rubber club.
- it has happened that morning it was nearly 11 hundred and, in the records department, where he worked, they were dragging the chairs out of the cubicles and grouping them in the center of the hall in preparation for the two minutes of hate.
- As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the enemy of the people, had flashed onto the screen.
- Emmanual Goldstein.
- He was the renegade and backslide who once had been one of the leading figures of the party, almost on the level of Big Brother himself.
- Emmanual Goldstein.
- And then had engaged in counter-revolutionary activities had been condemned to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared.
- Emmanual Goldstein
- Beyond above and below were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs.
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