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Signs of Decadence: Food
It was important, he said, not to go out smelling of
: the lift attendants were very observant.
For some reason he had always thought of
as having an intensely sweet taste, like that of blackberry jam and an immediate intoxicating effect
was a thing he had read and dreamed about.
'It is called
,' said O'Brien with a faint smile. 'You will have read about it in books, no doubt. Not much of it gets to the Outer Party, I am afraid.'
-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother
that sank him into stupor every night, and
that revived him every morning.
Then, seeing that Winston's glass was empty, he brought the
bottle and filled it.
what was worst of all was that the smell of
, which dwelt with him night and day, was inextricably mixed up in his mind with the smell of those----
As always, the
made him shudder and even retch slightly. The stuff was horrible.
Unbidden, a waiter came and filled his glass up with
, shaking into it a few drops from another bottle with a quill through the cork.
The poorer quarters swarmed with women who were ready to sell themselves. Some could even be purchased for a bottle of
, which the proles were not supposed to drink
nothing cheap and plentiful except synthetic
Winston took up his mug of
, paused for an instant to collect his nerve, and gulped the oily-tasting stuff down
From the grille at the counter the steam of stew came pouring forth, with a sour metallic smell which did not quite overcome the fumes of
. On the far side of the room there was a small bar, a mere hole in the wall, where
could be bought at ten cents the large nip.
was wearing off, leaving a deflated feeling
He let out a belch. The
was rising from his stomach.
a slight booziness caused by the
He took down from the shelf a bottle of colourless liquid
with a plain white label marked VICTORY
it did not produce more
, it did not avert the child's death or her own
When the last of the
was gone, his mother had clasped the child in her arms.
After he had devoured the
he felt somewhat ashamed of himself
He turned and fled down the stairs, with the
growing sticky in his hand
'Winston, Winston!' his mother called after him. 'Come back! Give your sister back her
with a sudden swift spring he had snatched the piece of
out of his sister's hand and was fleeing for the door
his mother broke off three-quarters of the
and gave it to Winston, giving the other quarter to his sister.
He remembered quite clearly that precious little morsel of
One day a
ration was issued
Poor, Party Chocolate
It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the
ration to twenty grammes a week
As short a time ago as February, the Ministry of Plenty had issued a promise (a 'categorical pledge' were the official words) that there would be no reduction of the
ration during 1984. Actually, as Winston was aware, the
ration was to be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty at the end of the present week.
perhaps to celebrate the victory, perhaps to drown the
memory of the lost
--crashed into 'Oceania, 'tis for thee'.
from next week, the
ration would be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty.
normally was dull-brown crumbly stuff that tasted, as nearly as one could describe it, like the smoke of a rubbish fire.
The first fragment of
had melted on Winston's tongue.
at some time or another he had tasted
like the piece she had given him
Even before he had taken it he knew by the smell that it was very unusual
she felt in the pocket of her overalls and produced a small slab of