Gin bottles were also handed to her everywhere she went—the gin ration had been trebled temporarily—so she, like everyone else, was drunk or tipsy all day long. Like everyone, she sang the new Hate Song as she went about the streets. It had been simplified from previous years, so now it scarcely had a tune or lyrics. It went: Death to the wrongthinker, death death death! Death to the ownthinker, death death death! Death to Eurasia! Death! Death! Death!
