“But the mindless tenderness that he had felt under the hazel tree, while the thrush was singing, had not quite come back. He pulled the overalls aside and studied her smooth white flank. In the old days, he thought, a man looked at a girl's body and saw that it was desirable, and that was the end of the story. But you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. No emotion was pure, becauseeverything was mixed up with fear and hatred.
Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act.
III «We can come here once again,» said Julia. «It's generally safe to use any hide-out twice.”