A Year of Reading England's Lit

“Winston wanted to rebel, he hated the life he was living”

“Winston reaches down and cautiously scratched his varicose ulcer. It had begun itching again”

“all real knowledge of Oldspeak will have disappeared”

“In the cubicle across the way Comrade Tilloston was still crouching secretively over his speakwrite”

“Mrs. Parsons’s eyes flitted nervously from Winston to the children, and back again.”

“It was my part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week”

“There was another noise to attend to now, a deep grumbling noise, as though the forest itself were angry with him”

“The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell”

“The boys chased after Ralph like wild animals”

“He could feel Piggy’s head against his shoulder and the convulsive grip of a hand”

“They stood there, like baby birds without a mother”

“Ralph was kneeling by the remains of the fire like a sprinter at his mark and his face was half-hidden by hair and smut”

“He looked at Ralph, his thin body tensed, his spear held as if he threatened him”

“Felt a flicker of incredulity-a beast with claws that scratched, that sat on a mountaintop, that left no tracks”

“His face puckered, the tears leapt from his eyes”

“Jack looked at Ralph with envy”

Evening was advancing toward the island