It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
A dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.
Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself.
Before the war, and especially before the Boer War, it was summer all the year round.
He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.
Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.