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line 200: water like a porpoise then you saw him through the helicopters gunsights #1984

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line 199: with a helicopter after him first you saw him wallowing along in the #1984

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line 198: Audience much amused by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim away #1984

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line 197: one of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. #1984

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line 196: April 4th 1984. Last night to the flicks. All war films. One very good #1984

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line 195: full stops: #1984

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line 194: down the page shedding first its capital letters and finally even its #1984

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line 193: he was setting down. His small but childish handwriting straggled up and #1984

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line 191: and a slight booziness caused by the gin. #1984

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line 190: of him the itching of the skin above his ankle the blaring of the music #1984

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line 189: by. He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front #1984

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line 182: past he had been making ready for this moment and it had never crossed #1984

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line 181: forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say. For weeks #1984

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line 180: not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself but even to have #1984

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line 179: changed over to strident military music. It was curious that he seemed #1984

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line 178: For some time he sat gazing stupidly at the paper. The telescreen had #1984

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line 177: and his predicament would be meaningless. #1984

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line 176: in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it #1984

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line 175: was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present #1984

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line 174: undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It #1984