Re: New Club

no. But there's plenty that would if they got
half a chance. They're not so holy as they make out.'
His heart leapt. Scores of times she had done it: he wished it had
been hundreds -- thousands. Anything that hinted at corruption always
filled him with a wild hope. Who knew, perhaps the Party was rotten under
the surface, its cult of strenuousness and self-denial simply a sham
concealing iniquity. If he could have infected the whole lot of them with
leprosy or syphilis, how gladly he would have done so! Anything to rot, to
weaken, to undermine! He pulled her down so that they were kneeling face to
face.
'Listen. The more men you've had, the more I love you. Do you
understand that?'
'Yes, perfectly.'
'I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want any virtue to exist
anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.'
'Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I'm corrupt to the bones.'
'You like doing this? I don't mean simply me: I mean the thing in
itself?'
'I adore it.'
That was above all what he wanted to hear. Not merely the love of one
person but the animal instinct, the simple undifferentiated desire: that
was the force that would tear the Party to pieces. He pressed her down upon
the grass, among the fallen bluebells. This time there was no difficulty.
Presently the rising and falling of their breasts slowed to normal speed,
and in a sort of pleasant helplessness they fell apart. The sun seemed to
have grown hotter. They were both sleepy. He reached out for the discarded
overalls and pulled them partly over her. Almost immediately they fell
asleep and slept for about half an hour.
Winston woke first. He sat up and watched