'Have you got a spanner?

Weekend - Walter Ruttman

The next moment a hideous, grinding speech, as of some monstrous machine running without oil, burst from the big telescreen at the end of the room. It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck. The Hate had started.

Over Like A Fat Rat - Fonda Rae

Winston's entrails seemed to grow cold