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To begin with, he did not know with any certainty that this was It must be round about that date, since he was fairly sure that his age was thirty-nine, and he believed that he had been born in or ; but it was never possible nowadays to pin down any date within a year or two. For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the Newspeak word doublethink. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him.

How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: For some time he sat gazing stupidly at the paper. The telescreen had changed over to strident military music. It was curious that he seemed not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself, but even to have forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say.

For weeks past he had been making ready for this moment, and it had never crossed his mind that anything would be needed except courage. The actual writing would be easy. All he had to do was to transfer to paper the interminable restless monologue that had been running inside his head, literally for years. At this moment, however, even the monologue had dried up. Moreover his varicose ulcer had begun itching unbearably.

He dared not scratch it, because if he did so it always became inflamed. The seconds were ticking by. He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin. Suddenly he began writing in sheer panic, only imperfectly aware of what he was setting down. His small but childish handwriting straggled up and down the page, shedding first its capital letters and finally even its full stops: Last night to the flicks.

One very good one of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. Audience much amused by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim away with a helicopter after him, first you saw him wallowing along in the water like a porpoise, then you saw him through the helicopters gunsights, then he was full of holes and the sea round him turned pink and he sank as suddenly as though the holes had let in the water, audience shouting with laughter when he sank.

He did not know what had made him pour out this stream of rubbish. But the curious thing was that while he was doing so a totally different memory had clarified itself in his mind, to the point where he almost felt equal to writing it down. It was, he now realized, because of this other incident that he had suddenly decided to come home and begin the diary today.

It had happened that morning at the Ministry, if anything so nebulous could be said to happen. It was nearly eleven hundred, and in the Records Department, where Winston worked, they were dragging the chairs out of the cubicles and grouping them in the centre of the hall opposite the big telescreen, in preparation for the Two Minutes Hate. Winston was just taking his place in one of the middle rows when two people whom he knew by sight, but had never spoken to, came unexpectedly into the room.

One of them was a girl whom he often passed in the corridors. He did not know her name, but he knew that she worked in the Fiction Department. Presumably -- since he had sometimes seen her with oily hands and carrying a spanner she had some mechanical job on one of the novel-writing machines. She was a bold-looking girl, of about twenty-seven, with thick hair, a freckled face, and swift, athletic movements. A narrow scarlet sash, emblem of the Junior Anti-Sex League, was wound several times round the waist of her overalls, just tightly enough to bring out the shapeliness of her hips.

Winston had disliked her from the very first moment of seeing her. He knew the reason. It was because of the atmosphere of hockey-fields and cold baths and community hikes and general clean-mindedness which she managed to carry about with her. He disliked nearly all women, and especially the young and pretty ones. It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy. But this particular girl gave him the impression of being more dangerous than most.

Once when they passed in the corridor she gave him a quick sidelong glance which seemed to pierce right into him and for a moment had filled him with black terror. The idea had even crossed his mind that she might be an agent of the Thought Police. That, it was true, was very unlikely.

Still, he continued to feel a peculiar uneasiness, which had fear mixed up in it as well as hostility, whenever she was anywhere near him. The other person was a man named O'Brien, a member of the Inner Party and holder of some post so important and remote that Winston had only a dim idea of its nature. A momentary hush passed over the group of people round the chairs as they saw the black overalls of an Inner Party member approaching. O'Brien was a large, burly man with a thick neck and a coarse, humorous, brutal face. In spite of his formidable appearance he had a certain charm of manner.

He had a trick of resettling his spectacles on his nose which was curiously disarming -- in some indefinable way, curiously civilized. It was a gesture which, if anyone had still thought in such terms, might have recalled an eighteenth-century nobleman offering his snuffbox.

Winston had seen O'Brien perhaps a dozen times in almost as many years. He felt deeply drawn to him, and not solely because he was intrigued by the contrast between O'Brien's urbane manner and his prize-fighter's physique. Much more it was because of a secretly held belief -- or perhaps not even a belief, merely a hope -- that O'Brien's political orthodoxy was not perfect.

Something in his face suggested it irresistibly. And again, perhaps it was not even unorthodoxy that was written in his face, but simply intelligence. But at any rate he had the appearance of being a person that you could talk to if somehow you could cheat the telescreen and get him alone. Winston had never made the smallest effort to verify this guess: At this moment O'Brien glanced at his wrist-watch, saw that it was nearly eleven hundred, and evidently decided to stay in the Records Department until the Two Minutes Hate was over.

He took a chair in the same row as Winston, a couple of places away. A small, sandy-haired woman who worked in the next cubicle to Winston was between them. The girl with dark hair was sitting immediately behind. The next moment a hideous, grinding speech, as of some monstrous machine running without oil, burst from the big telescreen at the end of the room. It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck. The Hate had started. As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the Enemy of the People, had flashed on to the screen.

There were hisses here and there among the audience. The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust. Goldstein was the renegade and backslider who once, long ago how long ago, nobody quite remembered , had been one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with Big Brother himself, and then had engaged in counter-revolutionary activities, had been condemned to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared.

The programmes of the Two Minutes Hate varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party's purity. All subsequent crimes against the Party, all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching. Somewhere or other he was still alive and hatching his conspiracies: Winston's diaphragm was constricted. He could never see the face of Goldstein without a painful mixture of emotions.

It was a lean Jewish face, with a great fuzzy aureole of white hair and a small goatee beard -- a clever face, and yet somehow inherently despicable, with a kind of senile silliness in the long thin nose, near the end of which a pair of spectacles was perched. It resembled the face of a sheep, and the voice, too, had a sheep-like quality. Goldstein was delivering his usual venomous attack upon the doctrines of the Party -- an attack so exaggerated and perverse that a child should have been able to see through it, and yet just plausible enough to fill one with an alarmed feeling that other people, less level-headed than oneself, might be taken in by it.

He was abusing Big Brother, he was denouncing the dictatorship of the Party, he was demanding the immediate conclusion of peace with Eurasia, he was advocating freedom of speech, freedom of the Press, freedom of assembly, freedom of thought, he was crying hysterically that the revolution had been betrayed -- and all this in rapid polysyllabic speech which was a sort of parody of the habitual style of the orators of the Party, and even contained Newspeak words: And all the while, lest one should be in any doubt as to the reality which Goldstein's specious claptrap covered, behind his head on the telescreen there marched the endless columns of the Eurasian army -- row after row of solid-looking men with expressionless Asiatic faces, who swam up to the surface of the screen and vanished, to be replaced by others exactly similar.

The dull rhythmic tramp of the soldiers' boots formed the background to Goldstein's bleating voice. Before the Hate had proceeded for thirty seconds, uncontrollable exclamations of rage were breaking out from half the people in the room. The self-satisfied sheep-like face on the screen, and the terrifying power of the Eurasian army behind it, were too much to be borne: He was an object of hatred more constant than either Eurasia or Eastasia, since when Oceania was at war with one of these Powers it was generally at peace with the other.

But what was strange was that although Goldstein was hated and despised by everybody, although every day and a thousand times a day, on platforms, on the telescreen, in newspapers, in books, his theories were refuted, smashed, ridiculed, held up to the general gaze for the pitiful rubbish that they were in spite of all this, his influence never seemed to grow less.

Always there were fresh dupes waiting to be seduced by him. A day never passed when spies and saboteurs acting under his directions were not unmasked by the Thought Police. He was the commander of a vast shadowy army, an underground network of conspirators dedicated to the overthrow of the State. The Brotherhood, its name was supposed to be. There were also whispered stories of a terrible book, a compendium of all the heresies, of which Goldstein was the author and which circulated clandestinely here and there.

It was a book without a title. People referred to it, if at all, simply as the book. But one knew of such things only through vague rumours. Neither the Brotherhood nor the book was a subject that any ordinary Party member would mention if there was a way of avoiding it. In its second minute the Hate rose to a frenzy. Thanks for your time. I put them away to put in my kitchen when it was finished,they have been on my kitchen table since september and Ive only just got around to cleaning them and putting them up,Ive always been curious about them and this morning went online to see if I could find any information on them,I was delighted to find so much info on them.

I have Plate 1,3,4,5,6,8,9,10,11,and I look forward to seeing what Plate 2 and 7 look like. Hi I have just purchased 6 Cries of London which appear very old they are in woood oak ftames and the y have wood on the back of them how can I tell if this are of aby value also I bought them because I jusy fell in love with them I have 7,8,9,10,11, I have collected 13 of the 14 engravings he made very cheaply in markets and on EBay. However I believe the 14th is of a lavendar seller and the copyright to this was bought by the English Lavendar Company Yardleys?

I just bought an engraving done by wheatlley engraved by anniss Repairing for market does anyone know anything about this. My mother In-Law recently passed away and we have two prints of F Wheatly. Just wondering if there is any value and if they should be insured. Any information would be appreciated. I have a book Cries of London Francis Wheatley, RA with introduction by Stanford Rayner published by the art plublishing co london forty-two shillings net.

They have emotional value but do they carry any monetary value. I am planning on framing them so I needed to know in order to figure out what avenue to take in terms of framing cost. I have just brought two prints of the cries of London one is a framed print of china oranges and the other is a wall plate of the round pound cherries. They have a real charm to them. The painting was in a big lot,which I hastily rummaged through. It hung in my dining room for a number of years.

Sold home and it now sits on a pile of books in my bedroom. Then a French translation on the right hand side.


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N Pall Mall A French translation to the right. What is this beautiful painting worth? All constructive suggestions would be considered. Please, contact me asap. I have the original painting by Francis Wheatley.. I live in Stafford, Va. I have just been given a copy of these pictures, with music for piano and voice arranged by Fitzgerald Slade. As a music teacher I have always been fascinated by this area of our past history, both historically as well as the tunes.

By sheer coincidence, I have recently done a lot of research on the Spitalfields area with a view to taking a walk around. I see the cries in the illustrations are also written in French. Am I right in supposing they were cried bi-lingually due to the immigrant population of silk weavers living in the area at the time, some of whom perhaps were also sellers of produce around the streets? I have 3 Cries of London that were my mothers.

My husband wants to throw them away. Just trying to get an idea of value. Would love any type of general value on these before my husband successfully disposes of them. I was hoping you could help me finding out value of my 2 cries of London pictures.

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I have two of the paintings by F. One is Do you want my matches? Chicago I would like to know if there is any value to them. They are in mint condition Beautiful Please let me know as soon as possible Thankyou. A and the lower right reads Depres A Cardon. The prints have been matted and framed, so I can not view any information that might be on the back of the print.

Can you help in letting me know their value if any at this time. Do you know what they are worth today? If not, where would I begin to search this? I did very much enjoy reading the information you posted about these etchings!

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I have four Cries of London: Milk below Maids; 2 Engraved by Vendiamini: Turnips and Carrots ho. Looks as though alll have been colored by hand. I have a cries of London print Hot spice gingerbread engraved by Vendramini. It is a lovely piece of work but I have seen this image with different backgrounds and a different number of women.

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My one has 2 older girls whereas others only have 1. Hot Spice Gingerbread Smoking Hot! From what I have read, they may have some value. They are in old chipped frames and I am considering having them reframed if you think it is worth doing. Thank you for your thoughts and any advice. Appleton does anyone have any information about it? There are two markings on the back of the plate…to the right of the top is … Then to the middle left is a marking, either 23 or Is this of a particular value or does this identify the time frame of when it was produced?

The images and the subtle colours are beautiful and I never tire looking at them. I wonder how much they are worth. Be careful about marking delicate fabrics that might show the markings through the other side. Lay each panel on the chair to check for fit. Make adjustments as needed. This section is deliberately scant due to the fact that you need individual instructions depending on the chair type and the amount and type of panels being sewn. In general, you'll need to sew seams in place, join front and back panels, arm panels, cushion panels, etc.

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You'll also need to stitch a skirt if the chair has one. You'll also need to add zippers and make any cuts needed to fit around parts of the chair. Some more precise examples are provided in the chair type sections noted below. Use straight seams for sewing upholstery fabric. If not, ask for help from a more experienced sewer. Strong fabric can easily break a domestic sewing machine; you may need access to an industrial one, or send the pieces along for someone else to stitch together for you. Replace the panels on in the backwards order to that in which you removed them.

Refer to the list you made earlier. Hammer tacks, staple staples or use other fasteners to keep the new fabric in place. Pull taut to ensure no wrinkles and follow the same positions where the tacks, etc. A tack hammer is required for adding tacks. Masking tape can be placed over the head to soften its impact against the chair frame. You use cording, which you wrap in fabric. Use the old cording, if you have it, or buy some new cording from an upholstery-supply store.

The seam of the cording is sewed into the main seam of the piece. Not Helpful 3 Helpful 7. You may be able to turn the piece upside-down and access the spring that way. Otherwise, you'll have to remove some fabric to get at it. You may have to replace the spring an upholstery store or repair shop is a good place to start , or you might be able to repair it with heavy wire.

Not Helpful 3 Helpful 3. When reupholstering parson chairs, is it true that putting a plastic sheet on the chair before covering it makes it easier to slide the cloth onto the chair? I haven't personally heard that, but based on my experience, I think it would work. It would also make things easier to clean up. Not Helpful 1 Helpful 0. Fabric is not used as a chair leg covering. Fabric is used on the seat cushion, not on the legs. Can you leave the staples or tacks in - then cover with new material? Answer this question Flag as How to repad a chair in order to upholster it? I have an antique chaise lounge I'm planning to re-upholster myself.

However, the headrest is fastened down, I cannot get it off. How do you fix braid without using tacks? How can I remove the back of a chair that has been glued on? Include your email address to get a message when this question is answered. Already answered Not a question Bad question Other.

By using this service, some information may be shared with YouTube. Quick Summary If you need to reupholster a chair, carefully remove the old fabric and the stuffing. Did this summary help you? Tips If fabric has a motif or pattern, this should be centered and its top should always face upward, toward the chair's top.

Bear this in mind when preparing the central panel of the chair. It's best to use plain fabrics at first than to add this additional hurdle while you're learning. Keep all removed pieces together in a plastic bag. That way, you can reuse items if wished and they'll all be easily retrievable.

Take care when removing covers. If you want to reuse the cover, extra care needs to be taken to avoid rips or tears. Moreover, the surrounding wood can be fragile and needs to be taken into account when removing the upholstery. If you want to reuse stuffing, you'll also need to be careful to capture it and not disturb it too much. Warnings A mask is a good idea if you're uncertain about the age or condition of the stuffing. Released stuffing may send puffs of dust motes, dust mites and other items into your breathing space.

A mask is especially important if you suffer from allergies. If you puncture your skin with an old tack, nail, staple, etc.

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With older furniture, it's better to be safe than sorry. If you have a big project or you upholster for a living, check before starting that your tetanus shots are up-to-date. Wear safety glasses to protect your eyes when removing tacks, etc. You can't be sure when something sharp might go flying towards your face, so put safety first. Things You'll Need Upholstery fabric. Add a photo Upload error. Tell us more about it? Click here to share your story. Article Info Featured Article Categories: Thanks to all authors for creating a page that has been read , times. Did this article help you? Cookies make wikiHow better.

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