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Julia makes it to the love nest.
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She dumped her brown tool bag on the floor and flung herself into his arms. It was more than a week since they have seen one another.
“I’ve got the book,” he said as they disentangled themselves.
“Oh, you’ve got it? Good,” she said without much interest, and almost immediately knelt down beside the oilstove to make the coffee.
They did not return to the subject until they had been in bed for half an hour. The evening was just cool enough to make it worth while to pull up the counterpane. [...] Julia had settled down on her side and seemed to be already on the point of falling asleep. He reached out for the book, which was lying on the floor, and sat up against the bedhead.
“We must read it,” he said. “You too. All members of the Brotherhood have to read it.”
“You read it,” she said with her eyes shut. “Read it aloud. That’s the best way. Then you can explain it to me as you go.”
-- “1984” by George Orwell
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They still have a few hours left in the day before they have to leave, and Winston props up the book and begins reading aloud for her. Julia is obviously more practical than intellectual, more sensual than curious
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She dumped her brown tool bag on the floor and flung herself into his arms. It was more than a week since they have seen one another.
“I’ve got the book,” he said as they disentangled themselves.
“Oh, you’ve got it? Good,” she said without much interest, and almost immediately knelt down beside the oilstove to make the coffee.
They did not return to the subject until they had been in bed for half an hour. The evening was just cool enough to make it worth while to pull up the counterpane. [...] Julia had settled down on her side and seemed to be already on the point of falling asleep. He reached out for the book, which was lying on the floor, and sat up against the bedhead.
“We must read it,” he said. “You too. All members of the Brotherhood have to read it.”
“You read it,” she said with her eyes shut. “Read it aloud. That’s the best way. Then you can explain it to me as you go.”
-- “1984” by George Orwell
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They still have a few hours left in the day before they have to leave, and Winston props up the book and begins reading aloud for her. Julia is obviously more practical than intellectual, more sensual than curious
