On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 20:50:22 GMT, Bookman <thebookman@kc.rr.comNULL> wrote:

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 13:52:49 GMT, www.peaceinspace.com <truth@r.us>
wrote:

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:16:00 GMT, Bookman <thebookman@kc.rr.comNULL> wrote:

I'm stelling the truth

what are you doing to truth?

Why are you lying, Alexa?  

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a
coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall.
It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a
man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome
features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even
at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric
current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive
in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston,
who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went
slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the
lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was
one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about
when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran. 

ESL!