1 From somewhere ahead there came a din of shouting voices.
2 The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.
3 There was a shout of laughter, and the uneasiness caused by Winston's entry seemed to disappear.
4 As he ran, he gathered from some shouted remarks that a convoy of Eurasian prisoners was passing.
5 He had an almost overwhelming temptation to shout a string of filthy words at the top of his voice.
6 But at this moment there was a din of shouting and a zoom of heavy vehicles from somewhere to the left.
7 Quite likely her real object had been to listen to him and make sure whether he was shouting loudly enough.
8 In a lucid moment Winston found that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his chair.
9 The process of life had ceased to be intolerable, he had no longer any impulse to make faces at the telescreen or shout curses at the top of his voice.
10 People were leaping up and down in their places and shouting at the tops of their voices in an effort to drown the maddening bleating voice that came from the screen.
11 He remembered how once he had been walking down a crowded street when a tremendous shout of hundreds of voices women's voices--had burst from a side-street a little way ahead.
12 He pushed his pannikin aside, took up his hunk of bread in one delicate hand and his cheese in the other, and leaned across the table so as to be able to speak without shouting.
13 Times beyond number, at Party rallies and spontaneous demonstrations, she had shouted at the top of her voice for the execution of people whose names she had never heard and in whose supposed crimes she had not the faintest belief.
14 An enormous wreck of a woman, aged about sixty, with great tumbling breasts and thick coils of white hair which had come down in her struggles, was carried in, kicking and shouting, by four guards, who had hold of her one at each corner.
15 There were times when his nerve so forsook him that he began shouting for mercy even before the beating began, when the mere sight of a fist drawn back for a blow was enough to make him pour forth a confession of real and imaginary crimes.
16 They yelled insults at the guards, fought back fiercely when their belongings were impounded, wrote obscene words on the floor, ate smuggled food which they produced from mysterious hiding-places in their clothes, and even shouted down the telescreen when it tried to restore order.
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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