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Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 2
2 That was above all what he wanted to hear.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 2
3 Winston could hear the blood singing in his ears.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 5
4 In another moment he would hear the tramp of boots outside.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 4
5 You didn't hear what he was saying after they bashed his face.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 1
6 He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 2
7 From one ghostly steeple after another he seemed to hear them pealing forth.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 8
8 I hear that little beggar of mine let fly at you with his catapult yesterday.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
9 And yet, though you could not actually hear what the man was saying, you could not be in any doubt about its general nature.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
10 The irritating thing was that in the racket of voices Winston could hardly hear what Parsons was saying, and was constantly having to ask for some fatuous remark to be repeated.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 1
11 He could hear just enough of what was issuing from the telescreen to realize that it had all happened, as he had foreseen; a vast seaborne armada had secretly assembled a sudden blow in the enemy's rear, the white arrow tearing across the tail of the black.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 6
12 He could hear the woman singing and the scrape of her shoes on the flagstones, and the cries of the children in the street, and somewhere in the far distance a faint roar of traffic, and yet the room seemed curiously silent, thanks to the absence of a telescreen.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 4