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 ...
He did not know where he was. Presumably he was in the Ministry of Love, but there was no way of making certain. He was in a high-ceilinged windowless...
He did not know where he was. Presumably he was in the Ministry of Love, but there was no way of making certain. He was in a high-ceilinged windowless...
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 weak...
They had done it, they had done it at last!The room they were standing in was long-shaped and softly lit. The telescreen was dimmed to a low murmur; t...
Winston had woken up with his eyes full of tears. Julia rolled sleepily against him, murmuring something that might have been 'What's the matt...
It had happened at last. The expected message had come. All his life, it seemed to him, he had been waiting for this to happen.He was walking down the...
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 h...
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 ...
'We can come here once again,' said Julia. 'It's generally safe to use any hide-out twice. But not for another month or two, of course...