This portion from George Orwell's Classic `1984' takes the cake for psychism in Fiction
`There comrades! That’s
how I want to see you doing it. Watch me again. I’m thirty-nine and I’ve had
four children. Now look’ she bent over again ` You see my knees aren’t bent.
You can all do it if you want to’ she added as she straightened herself up
`Anyone under forty-five is perfectly capable of touching his toes. We don’t
all have the privilege of fighting in the front line, but at least we can all
keep fit. Remember our boys on the Malabar front! And the sailors in the
Floating Fortress! Just think what they have to put up with. Now try again.
That’s better, comrade, that’s much better.’ She added encouragingly as
Winston, with a violent lunge, succeeded in touching his toes with knees
unbent, for the first time in several years
`Smith!’
screamed the shrewish voice from the telescreen ` 6079 Smith W! Yes, you! Bend
lower, please! You can do better than that. You’re not trying. Lower, please!
That’s better, comrade. Now stand at ease, the whole squad, and watch me’
A sudden hot sweat had broken
out all over Winston’s body. His face remained completely inscrutable. Never
show dismay! Never show resentment! A single flicker of the eyes could give you
away. He stood watching while the instructress raised her arms above her head
and – one could say gracefully, but with remarkable neatness and efficiency –
bent over and tucked the first joint of her fingers under her toes.
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