But Orwell's portrayal of dark-jowled KGB-type Thought Police so alerted us to that type of threat that we've been left wide open to be preyed upon by the Ellsworth Tooheys and Mary Worths of the world, those insidious manipulators whose soliticious omnipresence has created the same incentive-crushing bureaucracy which Orwell so vividly depicted.

I'll rumple my bedsheets so it looks like I was here last night.

I find the enduring existence of high heels both a frustrating mystery and a testament to the triumph of women’s neuroses over their mobility.

There was a neat hat-and-umbrella stand, and the stranger's weary feet fell soft on a good, serviceable dark-red drugget, which matched in colour the flock-paper on the walls.