1984

protected by a wire grating

a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed

clipped his speakwritten corrections

feeble baby, always silent, with large, watchful eyes.

more terrifying than mere torture and death?

furtive knowledge which he happened

he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken.

game. ‘You’re a traitor

Winston, fiddling with the nut on the

were abolished, annihilated