Lord Flame Stryke
December 25th 07, 08:32 PM
-place and another nine in his own bed.
Slowly, in mild afternoon sunshine, he walked up a dingy street in the
direction of Mr. Charrington's shop, keeping one eye open for the patrols,
but irrationally convinced that this afternoon there was no danger of
anyone interfering with him. The heavy brief-case that he was carrying
bumped against his knee at each step, sending a tingling sensation up and
down the skin of his leg. Inside it was the book, which he had now had in
his possession for six days and had not yet opened, nor even looked at.
On the sixth day of Hate Week, after the processions, the speeches,
the shouting, the singing, the banners, the posters, the films, the
waxworks, the rolling of drums and squealing of trumpets, the tramp of
marching feet, the grinding of the caterpillars of tanks, the roar of
massed planes, the booming of guns -- after six days of this, when the
great orgasm was quivering to its climax and the general hatred of Eurasia
had
Slowly, in mild afternoon sunshine, he walked up a dingy street in the
direction of Mr. Charrington's shop, keeping one eye open for the patrols,
but irrationally convinced that this afternoon there was no danger of
anyone interfering with him. The heavy brief-case that he was carrying
bumped against his knee at each step, sending a tingling sensation up and
down the skin of his leg. Inside it was the book, which he had now had in
his possession for six days and had not yet opened, nor even looked at.
On the sixth day of Hate Week, after the processions, the speeches,
the shouting, the singing, the banners, the posters, the films, the
waxworks, the rolling of drums and squealing of trumpets, the tramp of
marching feet, the grinding of the caterpillars of tanks, the roar of
massed planes, the booming of guns -- after six days of this, when the
great orgasm was quivering to its climax and the general hatred of Eurasia
had