1 But I went ahead and did it just the same.
2 The Thought Police would get him just the same.
3 It was Mrs. Parsons, the wife of a neighbour on the same floor.
4 He took a chair in the same row as Winston, a couple of places away.
5 And it was no longer the same cramped, awkward handwriting as before.
6 'I've been using the same blade for six weeks,' he added untruthfully.
7 Winston wondered whether Comrade Tillotson was engaged on the same job as himself.
8 Something seemed to tell him with certainty that Tillotson was busy on the same job as himself.
9 The telescreen was giving forth an ear-splitting whistle which continued on the same note for thirty seconds.
10 Since about that time, war had been literally continuous, though strictly speaking it had not always been the same war.
11 There, too, in tiny clear lettering, the same slogans were inscribed, and on the other face of the coin the head of Big Brother.
12 And if all others accepted the lie which the Party imposed--if all records told the same tale--then the lie passed into history and became truth.
13 Two bloated women, one of them with her hair coming down, had got hold of the same saucepan and were trying to tear it out of one another's hands.
14 A handsome, tough-looking boy of nine had popped up from behind the table and was menacing him with a toy automatic pistol, while his small sister, about two years younger, made the same gesture with a fragment of wood.
15 Comrade Ogilvy, who had never existed in the present, now existed in the past, and when once the act of forgery was forgotten, he would exist just as authentically, and upon the same evidence, as Charlemagne or Julius Caesar.
16 But in the same moment, drawing a deep sigh of relief from everybody, the hostile figure melted into the face of Big Brother, black-haired, black-moustachio'd, full of power and mysterious calm, and so vast that it almost filled up the screen.
17 The ideal set up by the Party was something huge, terrible, and glittering--a world of steel and concrete, of monstrous machines and terrifying weapons--a nation of warriors and fanatics, marching forward in perfect unity, all thinking the same thoughts and shouting the same slogans, perpetually working, fighting, triumphing, persecuting--three hundred million people all with the same face.
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