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[a 39-year-old man runs in, tired, weak; he's holding a small flask which reads 'VICTORY GIN' in one hand, and then an unmarked book in the other.]
*breathless* *looks around in a paranoid-type of state*
Telescreens-- are there any telescreens around? Is--is anyone here from the Party? *looks from left to right* Is anyone here...from Oceania?
...Am I finally safe from Big Brother?
Typist: Winston Smith, from 1984. Why nobody's snatched this baby up is beyond me. Just watch in amazement as I fail horribly at canon!Winston.
*breathless* *looks around in a paranoid-type of state*
Telescreens-- are there any telescreens around? Is--is anyone here from the Party? *looks from left to right* Is anyone here...from Oceania?
...Am I finally safe from Big Brother?
Typist: Winston Smith, from 1984. Why nobody's snatched this baby up is beyond me. Just watch in amazement as I fail horribly at canon!Winston.