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<Author>Orwell, George</Author>
<Title>1984: A Novel</Title>
<Edition>New York: New American Library, 1961</Edition>
<Date>1949</Date>
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<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 . . .
