内容摘要 FROM SOMEWHERE at the bottom of a passage thesmell of roasting coffee-real coffee, not Victory Coffee-came floating out into the street. Winstonpaused involuntarily. For perhaps two seconds he was back in the half-forgotten world of his childhood. Then a doorbanged, seeming to cut off the smell as abruptly as though it had been a sound. He had walked several kilometres over pavements, and his varicose ulcer was throbbing. This was the second time in three weeks that he had missed an evening at the Community Centre, a rash act, since you could be certain that the number of your attendances at the Centre wascarefully checked. In prinaple a Party member had no spare time, and was never alone except in bed. It was assumedthat when he was not working, eahng, or sleeping he would be taking part in some kind of communal recreation; to doanything that suggested a taste for solitude, even to go for a walk by yourself, was always slightly dangerous. There was a word for it in Newspeak: OWNLIFE, it was called,meaning individualism and eccentriaty. But this evening as he came out of the Ministry the balminess of the April air had tempted him. The sky was a warmer blue than he had seen it that year, and suddenly the long, noisy evening at the Centre, the boring, exhausting games, the lectures, the creaking camaraderie oiled by gin, had seemed in to lerable,On impulse he had turned away from the bus stop and wandered off into the labyrinth of London, first south. ……
精彩内容 IT WAS a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were strikingthirteen. Witon Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in aneffort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glassdoo of Victory Maio, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirlof gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt ofboiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a colouredposter, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall.It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: theface of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache andruggedly handsome features. Witon made for the stai. It was no usetrying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working,and at present the electric current was cut off during daylighthou. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for HateWeek…
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