Winston kept pacing across the living room floor. "This fellow is named 'Prince,' you say?"
"Oh, yes," Julia said. "I've heard he's quite good."
"I can't imagine finding time for that. And what about the Ministry? Will they approve?"
"It doesn't matter." And in whisper, "You can always rewrite history, luv."
Winston pondered the matter for a minute, then shrugged blithely. "Very well, then. Tomorrow could be the end of you and me. But tonight, I'm going to party like it's 1983."
Julia smiled and picked up the telephone. "I'll order the tickets."