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1 A thousand rocket bombs would not batter it down.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 2
2 As usual, the voice had battered Winston into helplessness.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 3
3 In the fender was a battered tin oilstove, a saucepan, and two cups, provided by Mr. Charrington.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 4
4 Everything had a battered, trampled-on look, as though the place had just been visited by some large violent animal.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 2
5 He was walking up a cobbled street of little two-storey houses with battered doorways which gave straight on the pavement and which were somehow curiously suggestive of ratholes.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 8
6 It was as though some huge force were pressing down upon you--something that penetrated inside your skull, battering against your brain, frightening you out of your beliefs, persuading you, almost, to deny the evidence of your senses.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 7
7 A low-ceilinged, crowded room, its walls grimy from the contact of innumerable bodies; battered metal tables and chairs, placed so close together that you sat with elbows touching; bent spoons, dented trays, coarse white mugs; all surfaces greasy, grime in every crack; and a sourish, composite smell of bad gin and bad coffee and metallic stew and dirty clothes.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
8 In any time that he could accurately remember, there had never been quite enough to eat, one had never had socks or underclothes that were not full of holes, furniture had always been battered and rickety, rooms underheated, tube trains crowded, houses falling to pieces, bread dark-coloured, tea a rarity, coffee filthy-tasting, cigarettes insufficient--nothing cheap and plentiful except synthetic gin.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5