A thousand wax tapers burned in honour of the Madonna. Four beautiful children swung the silver censers before her picture, till a cloud of incense arose and floated in broken masses to the fretted roof, and the whole air was heavy with perfume.

Nineteen Eighty-Four is the best known of Orwell's social commentaries.

It was the last time, too, when […] the races dominated the radio on Saturday afternoons and everyone had the number of an SP bookie.

...the beginning of the end of Israeli superspy hegemony in spy fiction.