1 The heavy, stern face and the four fingers filled his vision.
2 For perhaps five seconds it was within the angle of Winston's vision.
3 The circle of the mask was large enough now to shut out the vision of anything else.
4 He watched the heavy yet graceful form strolling to and fro, in and out of the range of his vision.
5 And this vision had had a certain hold even on the groups who actually profited by each historical change.
6 He shut his eyes and pressed his fingers against them, trying to squeeze out the vision that kept recurring.
7 He had a nostalgic vision of his corner table, with the newspaper and the chessboard and the ever-flowing gin.
8 Winston dared not turn his head even by a millimetre, but sometimes her livid, gasping face came within the angle of his vision.
9 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.
10 He seemed to see a vision of London, vast and ruinous, city of a million dustbins, and mixed up with it was a picture of Mrs. Parsons, a woman with lined face and wispy hair, fiddling helplessly with a blocked waste-pipe.
11 Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard.
12 In the early twentieth century, the vision of a future society unbelievably rich, leisured, orderly, and efficient--a glittering antiseptic world of glass and steel and snow-white concrete--was part of the consciousness of nearly every literate person.
13 They remembered a million useless things, a quarrel with a workmate, a hunt for a lost bicycle pump, the expression on a long-dead sister's face, the swirls of dust on a windy morning seventy years ago: but all the relevant facts were outside the range of their vision.