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I am currently re-reading my dad's 39-year old copy of George Orwell's 1984, and am on page 146 out of 251. I've just discovered this handy little pencilled-in note.
It bears no resemblance to my dad's handwriting of current times. What a mystery.
Pete · Monday September 22, 2003
23:26
Winston was like a jelly with fatigue...
"Christ on a bike, I've been wobbling around all bloody day and I am absolutely knackered! Knackered I tells ya! Wibbly-wobbly this way, wibbly-wobbly that way, and the cream! Jesus H. whose idea was it to put a big dollop of cream on top of me?! As if I don't have enough mass as it is... I need a rest from all this wobbling, it just can't continue like this..."
D · September 23, 2003 11:04I'm also left wondering how many people understand why you called this post what you did... maybe I can just sit with you and we can smirk at them as they puzzle over it.
D · September 23, 2003 15:41I'd imagine that they all understand, they just think it is too trivial to remark upon.
Pete · September 23, 2003 16:01You overestimate them.
D · September 23, 2003 16:42Put your money where your mouth is, D: explain it.
Karen · September 24, 2003 09:56Oh please, any fool can see that 146/251 is just over 58%. What's 58% of 1984?
That's right: 1154.039840637450199203187250996
D · September 24, 2003 10:18But surely, none of our readers are fools. So thank you for explaining.
Karen · September 24, 2003 10:23Actually, I am a fool. But I am suffered gladly, so it doesn't matter too much.
Mark · September 24, 2003 10:41I'm a fool too. I just stayed quiet and wasn't overly concerned with having to know every whim of Pete's mind. *Grin*
lyle · September 24, 2003 11:17Here be dragons.
Karen · September 24, 2003 11:29you overestimate us.
kate · September 24, 2003 17:29