"All the while they were talking the half-remembered rhyme kept running through Winston's head: Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clement's, You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's! It was curious, but when you said it to yourself you had the illusion of actually hearing bells, the bells of a lost London that still existed somewhere or other, disguised and forgotten. From one ghost steeple after another he could hear them pealing forth. Yet so far as he could remember he had never in real life heard church bells ringing."
-George Orwell, 1984