Gail
December 25th 07, 09:54 PM
gravely.
They emptied their glasses, and a moment later Julia stood up to go.
O'Brien took a small box from the top of a cabinet and handed her a flat
white tablet which he told her to place on her tongue. It was important, he
said, not to go out smelling of wine: the lift attendants were very
observant. As soon as the door had shut behind her he appeared to forget
her existence. He took another pace or two up and down, then stopped.
'There are details to be settled,' he said. 'I assume that you have a
hiding-place of some kind?'
Winston explained about the room over Mr. Charrington's shop.
'That will do for the moment. Later we will arrange something else for
you. It is important to change one's hiding-place frequently. Meanwhile I
shall send you a copy of the book' -- even O'Brien, Winston noticed, seemed
to pronounce the words as though they were in italics -- 'Goldstein's book,
you understand, as soon as possible. It may be some days before I can get
hold of one. There are not many in existence, as you can imagine. The
Thought Police hunt them down and destroy them almost as fast as we can
produce them. It makes very little difference. The book is indestructible.
If the last copy were gone, we could reproduce it almost word for word. Do
you carry a brief-case to work with you?' he added.
'As a rule, yes.'
'What is it like?'
'Black, very shabby. With two straps.'
'Black, two straps, very shabby -- good. One day in the fairly near
future -- I cannot give a date -- one of the messages among your morning's
work will contain a misprinted word, and you
They emptied their glasses, and a moment later Julia stood up to go.
O'Brien took a small box from the top of a cabinet and handed her a flat
white tablet which he told her to place on her tongue. It was important, he
said, not to go out smelling of wine: the lift attendants were very
observant. As soon as the door had shut behind her he appeared to forget
her existence. He took another pace or two up and down, then stopped.
'There are details to be settled,' he said. 'I assume that you have a
hiding-place of some kind?'
Winston explained about the room over Mr. Charrington's shop.
'That will do for the moment. Later we will arrange something else for
you. It is important to change one's hiding-place frequently. Meanwhile I
shall send you a copy of the book' -- even O'Brien, Winston noticed, seemed
to pronounce the words as though they were in italics -- 'Goldstein's book,
you understand, as soon as possible. It may be some days before I can get
hold of one. There are not many in existence, as you can imagine. The
Thought Police hunt them down and destroy them almost as fast as we can
produce them. It makes very little difference. The book is indestructible.
If the last copy were gone, we could reproduce it almost word for word. Do
you carry a brief-case to work with you?' he added.
'As a rule, yes.'
'What is it like?'
'Black, very shabby. With two straps.'
'Black, two straps, very shabby -- good. One day in the fairly near
future -- I cannot give a date -- one of the messages among your morning's
work will contain a misprinted word, and you