Tehanu
December 25th 07, 06:52 PM
outside the door at this moment. If he
went away without even doing what he had come here to do--!
It had got to be written down, it had got to be confessed. What he had
suddenly seen in the lamplight was that the woman was old. The paint was
plastered so thick on her face that it looked as though it might crack like
a cardboard mask. There were streaks of white in her hair; but the truly
dreadful detail was that her mouth had fallen a little open, revealing
nothing except a cavernous blackness. She had no teeth at all.
He wrote hurriedly, in scrabbling handwriting:
When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman, fifty years
old at least. But I went ahead and did it just the same.
He pressed his fingers against his eyelids again. He had written it
down at last, but it made no difference. The therapy had not worked. The
urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.
VII
If there is hope, wrote Winston, it lies in the proles.
If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there in
those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent of the population of
Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party
could not be
went away without even doing what he had come here to do--!
It had got to be written down, it had got to be confessed. What he had
suddenly seen in the lamplight was that the woman was old. The paint was
plastered so thick on her face that it looked as though it might crack like
a cardboard mask. There were streaks of white in her hair; but the truly
dreadful detail was that her mouth had fallen a little open, revealing
nothing except a cavernous blackness. She had no teeth at all.
He wrote hurriedly, in scrabbling handwriting:
When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman, fifty years
old at least. But I went ahead and did it just the same.
He pressed his fingers against his eyelids again. He had written it
down at last, but it made no difference. The therapy had not worked. The
urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.
VII
If there is hope, wrote Winston, it lies in the proles.
If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there in
those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent of the population of
Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party
could not be