1 To mark the paper was the decisive act.
2 This last was for the disposal of waste paper.
3 For some time he sat gazing stupidly at the paper.
4 Winston examined the four slips of paper which he had unrolled.
5 Syme had folded up his strip of paper and stowed it away in his pocket.
6 'Good,' said Syme abstractedly, without looking up from his strip of paper.
7 As soon as he saw what the photograph was, and what it meant, he had covered it up with another sheet of paper.
8 But, he realized, even in his panic he had not wanted to smudge the creamy paper by shutting the book while the ink was wet.
9 Its smooth creamy paper, a little yellowed by age, was of a kind that had not been manufactured for at least forty years past.
10 All he had to do was to transfer to paper the interminable restless monologue that had been running inside his head, literally for years.
11 Syme had produced a strip of paper on which there was a long column of words, and was studying it with an ink-pencil between his fingers.
12 All one knew was that every quarter astronomical numbers of boots were produced on paper, while perhaps half the population of Oceania went barefoot.
13 Then he unrolled and clipped together four small cylinders of paper which had already flopped out of the pneumatic tube on the right-hand side of his desk.
14 In another room someone with a comb and a piece of toilet paper was trying to keep tune with the military music which was still issuing from the telescreen.
15 Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere.
16 The pen was an archaic instrument, seldom used even for signatures, and he had procured one, furtively and with some difficulty, simply because of a feeling that the beautiful creamy paper deserved to be written on with a real nib instead of being scratched with an ink-pencil.
17 When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building.
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