Chestnut Tree Cafe - The "haunt of painters and musicians. There
was no law, not even an unwritten law, against frequenting the Chestnut
Tree Cafe, yet the place was somehow ill-omened. The old, discredited
leaders of the Party had been used to gather there before they were
finally purged. Goldstein himself, it was said, had sometimes been
seen there, decades ago."
Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree
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