1 Again the terrible fear seized upon Winston.
2 There was something terrible on the other side of the wall.
3 I suffer something wicked from my feet, and my bladder's jest terrible.
4 There was the most terrible oppression, injustice, poverty worse than anything we can imagine.
5 The terrible thing, thought Winston, the terrible thing was that when O'Brien said this he would believe it.
6 It was all-important to speak at once, before anyone else came, but now a terrible fear had taken possession of him.
7 It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place or within range of a telescreen.
8 In his childish way Winston grasped that some terrible thing, something that was beyond forgiveness and could never be remedied, had just happened.
9 There were also whispered stories of a terrible book, a compendium of all the heresies, of which Goldstein was the author and which circulated clandestinely here and there.
10 But in among all this terrible poverty there were just a few great big beautiful houses that were lived in by rich men who had as many as thirty servants to look after them.
11 He knew what it was like; the terrible, agonizing pain which was there all the while but could not be suffered yet, because before all else it was necessary to be able to breathe.
12 The terrible thing that the Party had done was to persuade you that mere impulses, mere feelings, were of no account, while at the same time robbing you of all power over the material world.
13 Then the sheep-face melted into the figure of a Eurasian soldier who seemed to be advancing, huge and terrible, his sub-machine gun roaring, and seeming to spring out of the surface of the screen, so that some of the people in the front row actually flinched backwards in their seats.
14 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.