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On the far side of the room there was a small bar, a mere hole in the wall, where gin could be bought at ten cents the large nip. 'Just the man I was looking for,' said a voice at Winston's back. He turned round. It was his friend Syme, who worked in the Research Department. Perhaps 'friend' was not exactly the right word.

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You did not have friends nowadays, you had comrades: but there were some comrades whose society was pleasanter than that of others. Syme was a philologist, a specialist in Newspeak. Indeed, he was one of the enormous team of experts now engaged in compiling the Eleventh Edition of the Newspeak Dictionary.

He was a tiny creature, smaller than Winston, with dark hair and large, protuberant eyes, at once mournful and derisive, which seemed to search your face closely while he was speaking to you. 'I wanted to ask you whether you'd got any razor blades,' he said. Said Winston with a sort of guilty haste.

'I've tried all over the place. They don't exist any longer.' Everyone kept asking you for razor blades. Actually he had two unused ones which he was hoarding up.

There had been a famine of them for months past. At any given moment there was some necessary article which the Party shops were unable to supply. Sometimes it was buttons, sometimes it was darning wool, sometimes it was shoelaces; at present it was razor blades. You could only get hold of them, if at all, by scrounging more or less furtively on the 'free' market. 'I've been using the same blade for six weeks,' he added untruthfully. The queue gave another jerk forward. As they halted he turned and faced Syme again.

Each of them took a greasy metal tray from a pile at the end of the counter. 'Did you go and see the prisoners hanged yesterday?' 'I was working,' said Winston indifferently. Import Xyz Points Into Autocad Tutorial Free more. 'I shall see it on the flicks, I suppose.' 'A very inadequate substitute,' said Syme. His mocking eyes roved over Winston's face. 'I know you,' the eyes seemed to say, 'I see through you.

I know very well why you didn't go to see those prisoners hanged.' In an intellectual way, Syme was venomously orthodox.

He would talk with a disagreeable gloating satisfaction of helicopter raids on enemy villages, and trials and confessions of thought-criminals, the executions in the cellars of the Ministry of Love. Talking to him was largely a matter of getting him away from such subjects and entangling him, if possible, in the technicalities of Newspeak, on which he was authoritative and interesting. Winston turned his head a little aside to avoid the scrutiny of the large dark eyes. 'It was a good hanging,' said Syme reminiscently.