Is there anything like a filtered version of the Tivo guide anywhere?

faces. There was no
reproach either in their faces or in their hearts, only the knowledge that
they must die in order that he might remain alive, and that this was part
of the unavoidable order of things.
He could not remember what had happened, but he knew in his dream that
in some way the lives of his mother and his sister had been sacrificed to
his own. It was one of those dreams which, while retaining the
characteristic dream scenery, are a continuation of one's intellectual
life, and in which one becomes aware of facts and ideas which still seem
new and valuable after one is awake. The thing that now suddenly struck
Winston was that his mother's death, nearly thirty years ago, had been
tragic and sorrowful in a way that was no longer possible. Tragedy, he
perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there was still
privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by
one another without needing to know the reason. His mother's memory tore at
his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and
selfish to love her in return, and because somehow, he did not remember
how, she had sacrificed herself to a concep