1 I ain't 'ad a woman for near on thirty year, if you'd credit it.'
2 Every year fewer and fewer words, and the range of consciousness always a little smaller.
3 Year by year and minute by minute, everybody and everything was whizzing rapidly upwards.
4 Another year, two years, and they would be watching her night and day for symptoms of unorthodoxy.
5 'The Ministry of Plenty's certainly done a good job this year,' he said with a knowing shake of his head.
6 Everything faded away into a shadow-world in which, finally, even the date of the year had become uncertain.
7 But also they were outlaws, enemies, untouchables, doomed with absolute certainty to extinction within a year or two.
8 Sometimes they were released and allowed to remain at liberty for as much as a year or two years before being executed.
9 At six--a year early, by a special relaxation of the rules--he had joined the Spies, at nine he had been a troop leader.
10 Newspeak, indeed, differed from most all other languages in that its vocabulary grew smaller instead of larger every year.
Nineteen Eighty-Four By George OrwellContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 7-APPENDIX 11 This holds good even when, as often happens, the same event has to be altered out of recognition several times in the course of a year.
12 At thirty-five he had just been unwillingly evicted from the Youth League, and before graduating into the Youth League he had managed to stay on in the Spies for a year beyond the statutory age.
13 As often happened, they had vanished for a year or more, so that one did not know whether they were alive or dead, and then had suddenly been brought forth to incriminate themselves in the usual way.
14 The sky was a warmer blue than he had seen it that year, and suddenly the long, noisy evening at the Centre, the boring, exhausting games, the lectures, the creaking camaraderie oiled by gin, had seemed intolerable.
15 As compared with last year there was more food, more clothes, more houses, more furniture, more cooking-pots, more fuel, more ships, more helicopters, more books, more babies--more of everything except disease, crime, and insanity.
16 She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wild-rose beauty and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been laundering, scrubbing, darning, cooking, sweeping, polishing, mending, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty unbroken years.