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<Text id=Orw1984>
<Author>Orwell, George</Author>
<Title>1984: A Novel</Title>
<Edition>New York: New American Library, 1961</Edition>
<Date>1949</Date>
<body> 
<loc><locdoc>Or1984_6</locdoc><milestone n=6> 
<div0 type=part n=1> 
<div1 type=chapter n=1> 
<p>It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were 
striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his 
breast in an effort 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 
entering along with him. 
<p>The 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 
enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of 
about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly 
handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no 
use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom 
worki . . .