definitions, enormous digressions, quarrels --
threats, even, to appeal to higher authority. And then suddenly the life
would go out of them and they would sit round the table looking at one
another with extinct eyes, like ghosts fading at cock-crow.
The telescreen was silent for a moment. Winston raised his head again.
The bulletin! But no, they were merely changing the music. He had the map
of Africa behind his eyelids. The movement of the armies was a diagram: a
black arrow tearing vertically southward, and a white arrow horizontally
eastward, across the tail of the first. As though for reassurance he looked
up at the imperturbable face in the portrait. Was it conceivable that the
second arrow did not even exist?
His interest flagged again. He drank another mouthful of gin, picked
up the white knight and made a tentative move. Check. But it was evidently
not the right move, because--
Uncalled, a memory floated into his mind. He saw a candle-lit room
with a vast white-counterpaned bed, and himself, a bo