1984 George Orwell

1984
George Orwell

1984

Table of Contents
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George Orwell.........................................................................................................................................1
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* Chapter One *......................................................................................................................................1
* Chapter Two *....................................................................................................................................48
* Chapter Three*...............................................................................................................................106
* APPENDIX. The Principles of Newspeak *..................................................................................143
The A vocabulary................................................................................................................................144
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The Bvocabulary.................................................................................................................................145

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1984
George Orwell
• * Chapter One *
• * Chapter Two *
• * Chapter Three *
• * APPENDIX. The Principles of Newspeak *
• The A vocabulary.
• The B vocabulary.
Etext by Roderick da Rat

* Chapter One *
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into
hisbreast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions,
though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor
display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than ametre wide: the face of
a man of about forty−five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for
the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the
electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate
Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston,who was thirty−nine and had a varicose ulcer above his
right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift−shaft, the poster
with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes
follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Inside the flat a fruityvoice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production
of pig−iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the
surface of the right−hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were
still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was noway of
shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body
merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face
naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that
had just ended.
Outside, even through the shut window−pane,the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind
were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there
seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The
blackmoustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house−front
immediately opposite. BIG...