A reader can never tell if it's a real thimble or an imaginary thimble, because by the time you're reading it, they're the same. It's a thimble. It's in the book.
The past is a closed door.
'1984' is not a wonder tale. Not only could it happen, but it has happened, but under different names.
A fist is more than the sum of its fingers.
Extreme good, extreme evil: the abilities required are similar.
Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable?