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Posted by Jeff on December 8, 2007, 9:09 pm
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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. There was of
course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given
moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any
individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched
everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire
whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that
became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was
overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.
Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though,
as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometre away the
Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the
grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste -- this was
London, chie
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