It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through t...
As he put his hand to the door-knob Winston saw that he had left the diary open on the table. DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER was written all over it, in letters almost big enough to be legible a...
Winston was dreaming of his mother… He must, he thought, have been ten… At this moment his mother was sitt… He could not remember what had hap… Suddenly he was standing on short…
With the deep, unconscious sigh wh… In the walls of the cubicle there… Winston examined the four slips of… times 17.3.84 bb speech malreporte… times 19.12.83 forecasts 3 yp 4th…
In the low-ceilinged canteen, deep underground, the lunch queue jerked slowly forward. The room was already very full and deafeningly noisy. From the grille at the counter the steam of ...
Winston was writing in his diary: It was three years ago. It was on… For the moment it was too difficul… Your worst enemy, he reflected, wa… He drew his breath and went on wri…
If there is hope, wrote Winston,… If there was hope, it must lie in… He remembered how once he had been… He wrote: Until they become conscious they w…
From somewhere at the bottom of a passage the smell of roasting coffee—real coffee, not Victory Coffee—came floating out into the street. Winston paused involuntarily. For perhaps two s...
It was the middle of the morning,… A solitary figure was coming towar… They were perhaps four metres apar… A curious emotion stirred in Wins… ‘You’re hurt?’ he said.
Winston picked his way up the lane through dappled light and shade, stepping out into pools of gold wherever the boughs parted. Under the trees to the left of him the ground was misty w...
‘We can come here once again,’ sai… As soon as she woke up her demeano… She had named a place where they c… ‘And now I must go,’ she said as… She flung herself into his arms, k…
Winston looked round the shabby little room above Mr Charrington’s shop. Beside the window the enormous bed was made up, with ragged blankets and a coverless bolster. The old-fashioned ...
Syme had vanished. A morning came, and he was missing from work: a few thoughtless people commented on his absence. On the next day nobody mentioned him. On the third day Winston went i...
It had happened at last. The expe… He was walking down the long corri… At last they were face to face, an… ‘I had been hoping for an opportun… Winston had recovered part of his…
Winston had woken up with his eyes… ‘I dreamt—’ he began, and stopped… He lay back with his eyes shut, st… ‘Do you know,’ he said, ‘that unti… ‘Why did you murder her?’ said Ju…
They had done it, they had done it… The room they were standing in was… Winston’s heart was thumping so ha… O’Brien had a slip of paper betwe… Items one comma five comma seven a…
Winston was gelatinous with fatigue. Gelatinous was the right word. It had come into his head spontaneously. His body seemed to have not only the weakness of a jelly, but its translucen...
When he woke it was with the sensation of having slept for a long time, but a glance at the old-fashioned clock told him that it was only twenty– thirty. He lay dozing for a while; then...
He did not know where he was. Pre… He was in a high-ceilinged windowl… There was a dull aching in his bel… He sat as still as he could on the… ‘Smith!’ yelled a voice from the t…
He was lying on something that felt like a camp bed, except that it was higher off the ground and that he was fixed down in some way so that he could not move. Light that seemed stronge...
‘There are three stages in your re… As always, Winston was lying flat… ‘As you lie there,’ said O’Brien,… ‘You have read it?’ said Winston. ‘I wrote it. That is to say, I co…
He was much better. He was growin… The white light and the humming so… Weeks or months must have passed.… They had given him a white slate w… By degrees he came to spend less t…
At each stage of his imprisonment he had known, or seemed to know, whereabouts he was in the windowless building. Possibly there were slight differences in the air pressure. The cells w...
The chestnut tree was almost empty… Winston sat in his usual corner, g… Winston was listening to the teles… A violent emotion, not fear exactl… He never named them, even in his t…
Newspeak was the official language of Oceania and had been devised to meet the ideological needs of Ingsoc, or English Socialism. In the year 1984 there was not as yet anyone who used N...
