«1984» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 3

squeak of mingled fear and disgust

be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely

in spite of the endless arrests and confessions and executions

heavy, murmurous sound,

some sinister enchanter, capable by the mere power of his voice of wrecking

protected by a wire grating

the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party.

game. ‘You’re a traitor

a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed

revolution had been betrayed – and all this in rapid polysyllabic speech which was a sort of parody of the habitual