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"The next moment a hideous, grinding
screech, as of some monstrous machine
running without oil, burst from the end of
the room. It was a noise that set one's teeth
on edge and bristled the hair at the back of
one's neck. The Hate had started"

George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four [1949]

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