`At the end of it she was still singing` - George Orwell on Life & Self, 1984

 Coincidentally, one day prior to having the internet remind us all of the death of George Orwell (21st January 1950) and of scrolling through dozens of headlines with words like `Big Brother`, `Room 101`, `unperson`, `thoughtcrime` - that do not mean anything to most people since this is one of the books that people pretend to have read -, I finished reading Nineteen Eighty-Four. The book took me by surprise. And it didn't. Hence, I shall try to write a few lines about it, first allowing myself a few days to digest it. 

Still, as it happens to well-written books, there are passages, fragments, words, sounds, images, smells that haunt me even years after having read/sensed them. Although I have just read it and didn't allow my poor memory enough time to select my memories, I believe I have encountered two such passages in Orwell's book. 

I have already shared the first one