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11/12/2017
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Go To Girl - It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks are striking thirteen. Winston Smith, Chin nuzzled into his chest in an attempt to escape the vicious wind, slipping quickly through the glass doors of the victory Mansions, although not quickly enough to prevent dust from entering the sand swirl to it.
The halls smell of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end were coloured poster, too big for indoor display, have been affixed to the wall. Describe the major faces enough, more than one-metre width: human face approximately forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and handsome features. Winston was made for the stairs. It's no use trying. Even in the best of times it rarely worked, and electricity was cut off during the day. It is part of the economic drive in preparation for hate week. Flat seven plane ride, and Winston, the thirty-nine and have varicose ulcer above his ankle right, go slowly, rest some time travel. Each landing, opposite to pivot the elevator, a large poster with the face staring at the wall. It's one of the pictures that are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER is watching you, the caption below it ran.
In a flat voice reads numbers list of fruit that has to do with the production of pig iron. The sound comes from the tapering metal plaque like a dulled mirror forming part of the surface of the wall to the right. Winston turned a switch and the sound of drowning a bit, though the words were still distinguishable. Instrument (the telescreen, it is called) can be Dim, but there is no way of turning off completely. He moved to the window: a diminutive figure, weak, her body just meagreness accentuated by uniform blue overalls of the party. Her hair is very reasonable, his face naturally sanguine, rough skin by harsh SOAP and knives dull and cold winter that has just ended.
The halls smell of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end were coloured poster, too big for indoor display, have been affixed to the wall. Describe the major faces enough, more than one-metre width: human face approximately forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and handsome features. Winston was made for the stairs. It's no use trying. Even in the best of times it rarely worked, and electricity was cut off during the day. It is part of the economic drive in preparation for hate week. Flat seven plane ride, and Winston, the thirty-nine and have varicose ulcer above his ankle right, go slowly, rest some time travel. Each landing, opposite to pivot the elevator, a large poster with the face staring at the wall. It's one of the pictures that are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER is watching you, the caption below it ran.
In a flat voice reads numbers list of fruit that has to do with the production of pig iron. The sound comes from the tapering metal plaque like a dulled mirror forming part of the surface of the wall to the right. Winston turned a switch and the sound of drowning a bit, though the words were still distinguishable. Instrument (the telescreen, it is called) can be Dim, but there is no way of turning off completely. He moved to the window: a diminutive figure, weak, her body just meagreness accentuated by uniform blue overalls of the party. Her hair is very reasonable, his face naturally sanguine, rough skin by harsh SOAP and knives dull and cold winter that has just ended.
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