1984 by George Orwell Book 1, Chapter 8 Wordlist - Xiaotian Shi

’If there is hope,’ he had written in the diary, ’it lies in the proles.’

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 r

But this evening as he came out of the
Ministry the balminess of the April air had tempted him.

He was walking up a cobbled
street of little two-storey houses with battered doorways which gave straight on
the pavement and which were somehow curiously suggestive of ratholes.

At the heart of it, magnified by the curved
surface, there was a strange, pink, convoluted object that recalled a rose or a
sea anemone.

But it needed desperate courage
to kill yourself in a world where firearms, or any quick and certain poison,
were completely unprocurable.

Immediately above his head there hung three discoloured metal
balls which looked as if they had once been gilded.

’E was kind of zig-zagging
across the pavement, and I bumps into ’im accidental-like.

The old man’s pale blue eyes moved from the darts board to the bar, and
from the bar to the door of the Gents, as though it were in the bar-room that
he expected the changes to have occurred.