December 25th 07, 08:12 PM
with Eurasia had ever happened. At twelve
hundred it was unexpectedly announced that all workers in the Ministry were
free till tomorrow morning. Winston, still carrying the brief-case
containing the book, which had remained between his feet while he worked
and under his body while he slept, went home, shaved himself, and almost
fell asleep in his bath, although the water was barely more than tepid.
With a sort of voluptuous creaking in his joints he climbed the stair
above Mr. Charrington's shop. He was tired, but not sleepy any longer. He
opened the window, lit the dirty little oilstove and put on a pan of water
for coffee. Julia would arrive presently: meanwhile there was the book. He
sat down in the sluttish armchair and undid the straps of the brief-case.
A heavy black volume, amateurishly bound, with no name or title on the
cover. The print also looked slightly irregular. The pages were worn at the
edges, and fell apart, easily, as though the book had passed through many
hands. The inscription on the title-page ran:
THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF
OLIGARCHICAL COLLECTIVISM
by
Emmanuel Goldstein
Winston began reading:
Chapter I.
Ignorance is Strength.
Throughout recorded time, and probably since the end of the Neolithic
Age, there have been three kinds of people in the world, the High, the
Middle, and the Low. They have been subdivided in many ways, they have
borne countless different names, and their relative numb
hundred it was unexpectedly announced that all workers in the Ministry were
free till tomorrow morning. Winston, still carrying the brief-case
containing the book, which had remained between his feet while he worked
and under his body while he slept, went home, shaved himself, and almost
fell asleep in his bath, although the water was barely more than tepid.
With a sort of voluptuous creaking in his joints he climbed the stair
above Mr. Charrington's shop. He was tired, but not sleepy any longer. He
opened the window, lit the dirty little oilstove and put on a pan of water
for coffee. Julia would arrive presently: meanwhile there was the book. He
sat down in the sluttish armchair and undid the straps of the brief-case.
A heavy black volume, amateurishly bound, with no name or title on the
cover. The print also looked slightly irregular. The pages were worn at the
edges, and fell apart, easily, as though the book had passed through many
hands. The inscription on the title-page ran:
THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF
OLIGARCHICAL COLLECTIVISM
by
Emmanuel Goldstein
Winston began reading:
Chapter I.
Ignorance is Strength.
Throughout recorded time, and probably since the end of the Neolithic
Age, there have been three kinds of people in the world, the High, the
Middle, and the Low. They have been subdivided in many ways, they have
borne countless different names, and their relative numb