small European freshwater fish with a slender bluish-green body
At the edge of the field were the elm trees, faintly stirring, and somewhere beyond that was the stream where the dace lay in the green pools under the willows.
Often he would lie from one meal to the next almost without stirring, sometimes asleep, sometimes waking into vague reveries in which it was too much trouble to open his eyes.
From the moment when he was inside the Ministry of Love - and yes, even during those minutes when he and Julia had stood helpless while the iron voice from the telescreen told them what to do - he had grasped the frivolity, the shallowness of his attempt to set himself up against the power of the Party.
One day - but " one day " was not the right expression; just as probably it was in the middle of the night : once - he fell into a strange, blissful reverie.
a usually brief state of excitement and mental confusion
He was not any longer in the narrow white corridors in the Ministry of Love, he was in the enormous sunlit passage, a kilometre wide, down which he had seemed to walk in the delirium induced by drugs.