His sleeves rolled up, a
kerchief round his head and a feather duster in his
hand, Orwell insists on whisking away all the filmy phrases you had draped with such studied negligence over the furniture.
21Your
kerchiefs also will I tear, and deliver my people out of your
hand, and they shall be no more in your
hand to be hunted; and ye shall know that I am the LORD.