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Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 2
2 The long-hoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 6
3 These starving brutes will shoot out of it like bullets.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 5
4 He was walking down the corridor, waiting for the bullet.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 4
5 Even the victim of the Russian purges could carry rebellion locked up in his skull as he walked down the passage waiting for the bullet.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 2
6 The refugee woman in the boat had also covered the little boy with her arm, which was no more use against the bullets than a sheet of paper.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 7
7 For the purposes of everyday life it was no doubt necessary, or sometimes necessary, to reflect before speaking, but a Party member called upon to make a political or ethical judgement should be able to spray forth the correct opinions as automatically as a machine gun spraying forth bullets.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 7-APPENDIX
8 The dream had also been comprehended by--indeed, in some sense it had consisted in--a gesture of the arm made by his mother, and made again thirty years later by the Jewish woman he had seen on the news film, trying to shelter the small boy from the bullets, before the helicopter blew them both to pieces.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 7
9 little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could keep the bullets off him.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 1