The people wriggle their zmnd-mpped faces into the heap like
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sucking pigs struggling for their mother’s teats One’s interludes of sleep shrink
to a few seconds, and one’s dreams grow more monstrous, , and
undreamlike There are times when the nine people are talking almost
normally , times when they can even laugh at their situation, and times when
they press themselves together in a kind of frenzy, with deep groans of pain
Mi Tallboys suddenly becomes exhausted and his monologue degenerates into
a stream of nonsense He drops his vast bulk on top of the others, almost
suffocating them The heap rolls apart Some remain on the bench, some slide
to the ground and collapse against the parapet or against the others’ knees
The policeman enters the Square and orders those on the ground to their feet
They get up, and collapse again the moment he is gone There is no sound from
the ten people save of snores that are partly groans Their heads nod like those
of joined porcelain Chinamen as they fall asleep and reawake as rhythmically
as the ticking of a clock Three strikes somewhere A voice yells like a trumpet
from the eastern end of the Square ‘Boys 1 Up you get 1 The noospapers is
come’’]
Charlie [starting from his sleep ] The perishing papers’ C’m on.
A Clergyman’s Daughter 357
sucking pigs struggling for their mother’s teats One’s interludes of sleep shrink
to a few seconds, and one’s dreams grow more monstrous, , and
undreamlike There are times when the nine people are talking almost
normally , times when they can even laugh at their situation, and times when
they press themselves together in a kind of frenzy, with deep groans of pain
Mi Tallboys suddenly becomes exhausted and his monologue degenerates into
a stream of nonsense He drops his vast bulk on top of the others, almost
suffocating them The heap rolls apart Some remain on the bench, some slide
to the ground and collapse against the parapet or against the others’ knees
The policeman enters the Square and orders those on the ground to their feet
They get up, and collapse again the moment he is gone There is no sound from
the ten people save of snores that are partly groans Their heads nod like those
of joined porcelain Chinamen as they fall asleep and reawake as rhythmically
as the ticking of a clock Three strikes somewhere A voice yells like a trumpet
from the eastern end of the Square ‘Boys 1 Up you get 1 The noospapers is
come’’]
Charlie [starting from his sleep ] The perishing papers’ C’m on.
Orwell - A Clergyman's Daughter
