utside even though the shut window-pane world looked cold. Down in street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals sun was shinning sky a harsh blue there seemed to be no color anything except posters that plastered everywhere. The black moustachio’d face gazed down from every commanding corner. There one on house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WACHING YOU captain said while dark eyes deep Winston’s own. at level an- other poster corner flapped fitfully wind alternately covering uncovering single word IN-GSOC. In far distance helicopter skimmed between roofs hovered for an instant like bluebottle darted away again with curving flight. It po-lice patrol snooping people’s windows. patrols did not matter however. Only Thought Police mattered.