1 In a low murmur Winston began speaking.
2 There was a bed against the wall, and a lamp on the table, turned down very low.
3 He and Julia had spoken only in low whispers, and it would not pick up what they had said, but it would pick up the thrush.
4 The telescreen was dimmed to a low murmur; the richness of the dark-blue carpet gave one the impression of treading on velvet.
5 Concealed lamps flooded it with cold light, and there was a low, steady humming sound which he supposed had something to do with the air supply.
6 From the foregoing account it will be seen that in Newspeak the expression of unorthodox opinions, above a very low level, was well-nigh impossible.
Nineteen Eighty-Four By George OrwellContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 7-APPENDIX 7 He began asking his questions in a low, expressionless voice, as though this were a routine, a sort of catechism, most of whose answers were known to him already.
8 Neither of them looked up; steadily they spooned the watery stuff into their mouths, and between spoonfuls exchanged the few necessary words in low expressionless voices.
9 Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard.
10 They are obliged to prevent their followers from starving to death in numbers large enough to be inconvenient, and they are obliged to remain at the same low level of military technique as their rivals; but once that minimum is achieved, they can twist reality into whatever shape they choose.