Bill, these children remind me of the Parson kids, Winston’s neighbors across the hall who belonged to the “Spies.” They haunted Winston’s apartment building in Victory Gardens near the Ministry of Truth. One of them, a sneaky little girl of seven, turns in her father when, listening at the keyhole, she hears him murmuring “I hate Big Brother” in his sleep. As the father is led off to torture in Room 101, he boasts to Winston about his sharp little kid. “Pretty smart for a nipper of seven, eh? I don’t bear her any grudge for it. In fact I’m … Continue reading Child’s Play