她瞥了一眼夜间桌子上的手机，并指出它仍然被关闭。她认为她不想再收到Maisie的消息。她会把流血的东西扔掉。她还是不喜欢他们。它们是侵入性的，让您每天二十四个小时。人们难道没有觉得他们想要和平了，二十四七七七岁？她发现它几乎是奥威利亚人。似乎没有人有任何隐私。您到处走到的闭路电视摄像机，甚至是电视节目，专门观察完全陌生的人自己的驴子。
(She glanced at the mobile phone on the night table and noted that it was still turned off. She decided she didn't want to hear from Maisie again. She would throw the bloody thing away. She didn't like them anyway. They were intrusive and made you accessible twenty-four hours a day. Didn't people feel they wanted any peace any more, on call twenty-four seven? She found it almost Orwellian. No one seemed to have any privacy. CCTV cameras everywhere you went and even TV programmes dedicated to watching complete strangers make arses of themselves.)