1 Such things, he saw, could not happen today.
2 The instant he had flattened it out he saw its significance.
3 When he got up to it he saw that it was a human hand severed at the wrist.
4 then you saw a lifeboat full of children with a helicopter hovering over it.
5 When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman, fifty years old at least.
6 As he put his hand to the door-knob Winston saw that he had left the diary open on the table.
7 But when Winston glanced again at Rutherford's ruinous face, he saw that his eyes were full of tears.
8 In visualizing him one saw always a picture of dimpled knees and sleeves rolled back from pudgy forearms.
9 As soon as he saw what the photograph was, and what it meant, he had covered it up with another sheet of paper.
10 As Winston turned away from the counter with his tray, he saw that the little man was making straight for the girl's table.
11 A momentary hush passed over the group of people round the chairs as they saw the black overalls of an Inner Party member approaching.
12 As she came nearer he saw that her right arm was in a sling, not noticeable at a distance because it was of the same colour as her overalls.
13 At this moment O'Brien glanced at his wrist-watch, saw that it was nearly eleven hundred, and evidently decided to stay in the Records Department until the Two Minutes Hate was over.
14 He thought it with a kind of sadness, although well knowing that Syme despised him and slightly disliked him, and was fully capable of denouncing him as a thought-criminal if he saw any reason for doing so.
15 He saw himself standing there in the dim lamplight, with the smell of bugs and cheap scent in his nostrils, and in his heart a feeling of defeat and resentment which even at that moment was mixed up with the thought of Katharine's white body, frozen for ever by the hypnotic power of the Party.
16 In the long, windowless hall, with its double row of cubicles and its endless rustle of papers and hum of voices murmuring into speakwrites, there were quite a dozen people whom Winston did not even know by name, though he daily saw them hurrying to and fro in the corridors or gesticulating in the Two Minutes Hate.
17 When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building.
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