Alternatively titled: Live blogging Nineteen Eighty-Four
“He did not feel any temptation to tell lies to her. It was even a sort of love-offering to start off by telling the worst.
“‘I hated the sight of you,’ he said. ‘I wanted to rape you and then murder you afterwards. Two weeks ago I thought seriously of smashing your head in with a cobblestone. If you really want to know, I imagined that you had something to do with the Thought Police.’
“The girl laughed delightedly, evidently taking this as a tribute to the excellence of her disguise.”
Ho ho! Rape, murder, jolly good fun.
And so romantic.