Chapter 1

1984

It was a bright cold day in April and the clock were striking thirteen Winston smith his chin nuzzuked into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly though to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and 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 a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feature wintson made for the stairs it was no use trying the left 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 flats was seven flights up and Winston who was thiry nine and had a various ulcer above is right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way.