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I t was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were strik- ing thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an e?ort 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 enter- ing along with him. ?e 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 enor- mous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-?ve, with a heavy black moustache and rugged- ly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the li?. Even at the best of times it was sel- dom working, and at present the electric current was cut o? during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. ?e ?at was seven ?ights 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 li?-sha?, 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 ?at a fruity voice was reading out a list of ?g- ures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron. ?e 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 distinguish- able. ?e instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it o? complete- ly. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail ?gure, 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 win- ter 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. ?e blackmoustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner. ?ere was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston's own. Down at street level an- other poster, torn at one corner, ?apped ?tfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word IN- GSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving ?ight. It was the po- lice patrol, snooping into people's windows. ?e patrols did Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com not matter, however. Only the ?ought Police mattered. Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overful?lment of the Ninth ?ree-Year Plan. ?e telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the ?eld of vi- sion which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. ?ere was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How o?en, or on what system, the ?ought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live - did live, from habit that became instinct - in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized. Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometre away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape. ?is, he thought with a sort of vague distaste - this was London, chief city of Airstrip One, itself the third most populous of the provinces of Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there always these vis- tas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with card- board and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the wil- low-herb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger patch and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chick- en-houses? But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright- lit tableaux occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible. ?e Ministry of Truth - Minitrue, in Newspeak [New- speak was the o?cial language of Oceania. For an account of its structure and etymology see Appendix.] - was star- tlingly di?erent from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white con- crete, soaring up, terrace a?er terrace, 300 metres into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:

WAR IS PEACE

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

?e Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding rami?cations below. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architec- ture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com all four of them simultaneously. ?ey were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided. ?e Ministry of Truth, whichquotesdbs_dbs2.pdfusesText_2