1 Winston raised his head to listen.
2 Winston was listening to the telescreen.
3 She had let her cigarette go out and was listening intently.
4 And now listen, dear, we've got to fix up about the next time we meet.
5 To talk to him was like listening to the tinkling of a worn-out musical-box.
6 It was almost impossible to listen to him without being first convinced and then maddened.
7 Through the midday hours he sat with glazed face, the bottle handy, listening to the telescreen.
8 Quite likely her real object had been to listen to him and make sure whether he was shouting loudly enough.
9 Perhaps at the other end of the instrument some small, beetle-like man was listening intently--listening to that.
10 Parsons, his attention caught by the trumpet call, sat listening with a sort of gaping solemnity, a sort of edified boredom.
11 For the moment he had shut his ears to the remoter noises and was listening to the stuff that streamed out of the telescreen.
12 Suddenly, as though he were listening to somebody else, Winston heard himself demanding in a loud booming voice that he should be given the whole piece.
13 Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.
14 A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said.
15 His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony.
16 He wondered vaguely whether in the abolished past it had been a normal experience to lie in bed like this, in the cool of a summer evening, a man and a woman with no clothes on, making love when they chose, talking of what they chose, not feeling any compulsion to get up, simply lying there and listening to peaceful sounds outside.