1 One day a chocolate ration was issued.
2 The first fragment of chocolate had melted on Winston's tongue.
3 He remembered quite clearly that precious little morsel of chocolate.
4 He turned and fled down the stairs, with the chocolate growing sticky in his hand.
5 Even before he had taken it he knew by the smell that it was very unusual chocolate.
6 But at some time or another he had tasted chocolate like the piece she had given him.
7 When the last of the chocolate was gone, his mother had clasped the child in her arms.
8 Then with a sudden swift spring he had snatched the piece of chocolate out of his sister's hand and was fleeing for the door.
9 In the end his mother broke off three-quarters of the chocolate and gave it to Winston, giving the other quarter to his sister.
10 It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the chocolate ration to twenty grammes a week.
11 Actually, as Winston was aware, the chocolate ration was to be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty at the end of the present week.
12 Then, as though touching her waist had reminded her of something, she felt in the pocket of her overalls and produced a small slab of chocolate.
13 After he had devoured the chocolate he felt somewhat ashamed of himself and hung about in the streets for several hours, until hunger drove him home.
14 It was no use, it changed nothing, it did not produce more chocolate, it did not avert the child's death or her own; but it seemed natural to her to do it.
15 And sure enough, following on a gory description of the annihilation of a Eurasian army, with stupendous figures of killed and prisoners, came the announcement that, as from next week, the chocolate ration would be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty.