To sit in a room like this, in an armchair beside an open fire with your feet in the fender and a kettle on the hob: utterly alone, utterly secure, with nobody watching you, no voice pursuing you.

It seemed to him that he knew exactly what it felt like to sit in a room like this, in an armchair beside an open fire with your feet in the fender and a kettle on the hob: utterly alone, utterly secure, with nobody watching you, no voice pursuing you, no sound except the singing of the kettle and the friendly ticking of the clock.

– George Orwell

1984. Part 1, Chapter 8. Winston’s feelings in the cozy, old-fashioned room above junk-shop in prole quarters, belonging to Mr. Charrington. But it is all a lie, as is in a property ofa member of the Thought Police and under surveillance from a hidden telescreen.

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