1 There were no windows in it at all.
2 The worst thing of all would be to delay.
3 I know all about your contempt, your hatred, your disgust.
4 It was all guesswork: very likely he had imagined everything.
5 It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time.
6 That was all, and he was already uncertain whether it had happened.
7 He disliked nearly all women, and especially the young and pretty ones.
8 And yet the very next instant he was at one with the people about him, and all that was said of Goldstein seemed to him to be true.
9 All subsequent crimes against the Party, all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching.
10 He had committed--would still have committed, even if he had never set pen to paper--the essential crime that contained all others in itself.
11 So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously.
12 There were also whispered stories of a terrible book, a compendium of all the heresies, of which Goldstein was the author and which circulated clandestinely here and there.
13 It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy.
14 Thus, at one moment Winston's hatred was not turned against Goldstein at all, but, on the contrary, against Big Brother, the Party, and the Thought Police; and at such moments his heart went out to the lonely, derided heretic on the screen, sole guardian of truth and sanity in a world of lies.
15 little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could keep the bullets off him.
16 But what was strange was that although Goldstein was hated and despised by everybody, although every day and a thousand times a day, on platforms, on the telescreen, in newspapers, in books, his theories were refuted, smashed, ridiculed, held up to the general gaze for the pitiful rubbish that they were--in spite of all this, his influence never seemed to grow less.
17 And all the while, lest one should be in any doubt as to the reality which Goldstein's specious claptrap covered, behind his head on the telescreen there marched the endless columns of the Eurasian army--row after row of solid-looking men with expressionless Asiatic faces, who swam up to the surface of the screen and vanished, to be replaced by others exactly similar.
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