1 His eye fell on the fragments of the glass paperweight.
2 He turned over towards the light and lay gazing into the glass paperweight.
3 She brought the glass paperweight over to the bed to have a look at it in a better light.
4 Someone had picked up the glass paperweight from the table and smashed it to pieces on the hearth-stone.
5 In the corner, on the gateleg table, the glass paperweight which he had bought on his last visit gleamed softly out of the half-darkness.
6 The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.
7 The thing was doubly attractive because of its apparent uselessness, though he could guess that it must once have been intended as a paperweight.
8 Actually the idea had first floated into his head in the form of a vision, of the glass paperweight mirrored by the surface of the gateleg table.
9 It would have been an even more incongruous possession than the glass paperweight, and impossible to carry home, unless it were taken out of its frame.
10 Like the glass paperweight or Mr. Charrington's half-remembered rhymes, it belonged to the vanished, romantic past, the olden time as he liked to call it in his secret thoughts.
11 It was as when Winston had gazed into the heart of the paperweight, with the feeling that it would be possible to get inside that glassy world, and that once inside it time could be arrested.
12 He had the feeling that he could get inside it, and that in fact he was inside it, along with the mahogany bed and the gateleg table, and the clock and the steel engraving and the paperweight itself.
13 It had all occurred inside the glass paperweight, but the surface of the glass was the dome of the sky, and inside the dome everything was flooded with clear soft light in which one could see into interminable distances.
14 Instead of anything directly connected with O'Brien or the Brotherhood, there came into his mind a sort of composite picture of the dark bedroom where his mother had spent her last days, and the little room over Mr. Charrington's shop, and the glass paperweight, and the steel engraving in its rosewood frame.