1 Her body seemed to be pouring some of its youth and vigour into his.
2 He thought of her naked, youthful body, as he had seen it in his dream.
3 On the walls were scarlet banners of the Youth League and the Spies, and a full-sized poster of Big Brother.
4 She had been a troop-leader in the Spies and a branch secretary in the Youth League before joining the Junior Anti-Sex League.
5 It was too soon, her youth and prettiness had frightened him, he was too much used to living without women--he did not know the reason.
6 He was aware, in spite of his youthfulness and selfishness, that this was somehow connected with the never-mentioned thing that was about to happen.
7 At thirty-five he had just been unwillingly evicted from the Youth League, and before graduating into the Youth League he had managed to stay on in the Spies for a year beyond the statutory age.
8 How easy it was, thought Winston, if you did not look about you, to believe that the physical type set up by the Party as an ideal--tall muscular youths and deep-bosomed maidens, blond-haired, vital, sunburnt, carefree--existed and even predominated.
9 By careful early conditioning, by games and cold water, by the rubbish that was dinned into them at school and in the Spies and the Youth League, by lectures, parades, songs, slogans, and martial music, the natural feeling had been driven out of them.
10 He remembered better the rackety, uneasy circumstances of the time: the periodical panics about air-raids and the sheltering in Tube stations, the piles of rubble everywhere, the unintelligible proclamations posted at street corners, the gangs of youths in shirts all the same colour, the enormous queues outside the bakeries, the intermittent machine-gun fire in the distance--above all, the fact that there was never enough to eat.