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"She began to enlarge upon the subject. With Julia, everything came back to her own sexuality. As soon as this was touched upon in any way she was capable of great acuteness. Unlike Winston, she had grasped the inner meaning of the Party's sexual puritanism. It was not merely that the sex instinct created a world of its own which was outside the Party's control and which therefore had to be destroyed if possible. What was more important was that sexual privation induced hysteria, which was desirable because it could be transformed into war-fever and leader-worship."
     1984, Part 2, Chapter 3.

B-but don't you think that readily-available pornography & sex are about the same in net effect? Maybe not ... how about this,
"Incontinent Concupiscence is Puritanism" (?), okokok, silly ... whatever!

George Orwell (Eric Blair), 1984 - as text at Gutenberg (something odd about this - it is not in the Gutenberg Index but I found the actual file, at least you can search in a limited way with CTRL-F).
1984 at George Orwell .org - in pieces.
1984 at University of Adelaide - also in pieces.

As usual the internet offers little or nothing that actually serves, no effective full-text search ... in any event 'appears to serve' is good enough eh?

17/01, Rupert Cornwell, The Doomsday Clock, (Archive).
16/01, Rüdiger Falksohn, A Nuclear Power Renaissance, Blogs, (Archive).
15/01, Rainer Traub, Religion, Born Again, Blogs, (Archive).
16/01, Pete Pattisson, On the run with the Karen, (Archive).

Twig, verb: twig, twigging, twigged, twug.

"'Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! Not me! Julia! I don't care what you do to her. Tear her face off, strip her to the bones. Not me! Julia! Not me!'

He was falling backwards, into enormous depths, away from the rats. He was still strapped in the chair, but he had fallen through the floor, through the walls of the building, through the earth, through the oceans, through the atmosphere, into outer space, into the gulfs between the stars--always away, away, away from the rats. He was light years distant, but O'Brien was still standing at his side. There was still the cold touch of wire against his cheek. But through the darkness that enveloped him he heard another metallic click, and knew that the cage door had clicked shut and not open."
     1984, Part 3, Chapter 5.

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