Orwell, George — Nineteen eighty-four [82]

Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like Saint Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax. Better than before, moreover, he realized why it was that he hated her. He hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless, because he wanted to go to bed with her and would never do so, because round her sweet supple waist, which seemed to ask you to encircle it with your arm, there was only the odious scarlet sash, aggressive symbol of chastity. — Orwell, George, Nineteen eighty-four, 82

Note

The transferable rage of the Hate redirected into sexualized violence against a girl — the blowlamp imagery from the previous paragraph made concrete. The voluptuous/repulsed diction (‘sweet supple waist…odious scarlet sash’) carries the whole pathology.