: Tscho (hig), : Philosophy

Title: 1984 Section 2(1)

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As soon as Winston's hand touched the doorknob, he saw that his diary was unclosed on the table, and it was full of words that said Down with Big Brother

，

The size of the universe is clear from the other end of the room. I can't imagine how it could be so stupid. But even in a panic

middle

He also realized that he didn't want to close his notebook and stain the milky paper before the ink was dry.

He gritted his teeth and opened the door. Suddenly, I felt a warm current all over my body, and a big stone fell to the ground in my heart. Stand at the door

outside

It was a pale and haggard woman with thinning hair and a wrinkled face.

"Oh, comrade," she began to say in a tired, moaning voice, "I said I heard you enter

sound

Sound. Could you please come and help me take a look at the sink in my kitchen? It seemed to be clogged—"She's Paisuns."

too

too, the wife of a neighbor on the same floor. (The title of "wife" is a little disapproved of in the party, whoever you want,

you

They all have to be called "comrade", but for some women, you will unconsciously call them "madam". She was about thirty years old,

but

Looks much older. You have the impression that the wrinkles on her face are embedded with dust. Winston followed her

road

Walk on the other end. This kind of amateur repair work is almost daily and annoying. Victory Mansion is an old house, about in

It was built around 1930 and is now about to collapse.

The plaster on the ceiling and on the walls kept falling, and every time there was a frost, the water pipes always froze and cracked, and the roof leaked when it snowed.

warm

If the gas is not completely shut down due to saving, it will generally only burn half dead. Repair work unless you can do it yourself,

not

You have to get the consent of some high-ranking committee, and such a committee is likely to drag on for a year or two to ignore you

fear

It's to repair a glass window.

"It just so happens that Tom is not at home," said Mrs. Persons mumbledly.

The Pysons house is a bit larger than Winston's, and has a gloomy atmosphere. Everything has a squeezed and broken look

Son, as if this place had just been visited by a great beast that was scurrying around. The floor is full of sporting goods - koji

stick

Balls and bats, boxing gloves, a torn soccer ball, a pair of sweaty shorts turned out, and a pile of dirty dishes and folded corners on the table

train

Workbook. On the wall are the red flags of the Youth Corps and the Junior Scout Corps and a huge portrait of Big Brother. The room is the same as the whole house

There is an indispensable smell of boiled cabbage, but there is a more pungent smell of sweat, and you know it is this as soon as you smell it

village

The smell of sweat of a person who is not there at the moment, although you can't tell why you can know it as soon as you smell it. In another room, someone used one

only

The honeycomb and a piece of butt paper were blown as trumpets, matching the tune of military music still playing on the screen.

"That's the kids," Paison said, glancing at the door with a little worry. "They didn't go out today.

while

Ranluo—" She had a habit of pausing for half a sentence. The sink in the kitchen was almost overflowing, and it was all green

target

Dirty water, worse than the smell of rotten cabbage. Winston bent down to inspect the joints at the bend in the pipe. He didn't want to use his hands, and he didn't

sincere

Bend down, for that would always easily cause him to cough. Mrs. Persons could not help, but watched from the sidelines.

"Of course, Rowe, if Tom were at home, he would be able to fix it at once," she said.

"He likes to do this kind of thing. His hands are dexterous, and Thom is like that. ”

Persons was Winston's colleague in the Ministry of Truth. He's a fat man, stupid mind, but active in every way

target

People, imbecile and passionate, belong to the kind of loyal pawns who do not ask a reason at all, and on whom the party depends for its sustainability

steady

certainly, even more than relying on the ideological police. He was thirty-five years old, and he had just reluctantly left the Youth League and was promoted to the Youth League

in order to

Previously, he had stayed in the Junior Scout Team for a year regardless of his age. He held a low-level position in the ministry and required no intelligence.

but

On the other hand, he is one of the sports committees and all other organizations that organize group excursions, spontaneous demonstrations, conservation campaigns, etc

kind

A leading member of the Committee on Volunteering. He will smoke his pipe while calmly and proudly telling you the past

Four

Over the years, he has attended the activities of the Neighborhood Center Station every night. Wherever he went, a pungent smell of sweat followed

。

Even after he was gone, the smell of sweat remained there, which became a wordless proof of the tension of his life.

"Do you have pliers?" Winston said, feeling for the nut at the joint.

"Pliers," said Mrs. Persons, who was at once undecided. "I don't know, maybe the kids-".

As the children rushed into the living room, there was the sound of footsteps and horns blowing from honeycombs. Mrs. Persons put the pliers

give

Here it comes. Winston let go of the dirty water and in disgust removed a clump of hair blocking the pipe. He washes his hands under the tap

dry

net, go back to another room.

"Hands up!" A vicious voice shouted.

A handsome, fierce-looking nine-year-old boy jumped out from behind the desk and aimed a toy automatic pistol

make move

He, and a sister about two years younger than him, also pointed a wooden stick at him, both of them wearing blue shorts and gray shirts

shirt, with a red scarf, this is the uniform of the Junior Scouting Team. Winston put his hand over his head, uneasy, because of the man

child

's expression is fierce, as if it's not exactly a game.

"You're a traitor!" The boy shouted. "You're a thought prisoner! You are a spy in Eurasia! I'm going to shoot you, me

want

Exterminate you, I'm going to send you to open a salt mine! ”

The two of them suddenly jumped beside him and shouted, "Traitor! "Thought prisoner!"

The little girl's every movement she made followed her brother's example. It's a little scary that they look like two tiger calves

，

Soon it will grow into a man-eating beast. The boy had a fierce look in his eyes, and it was clear that he wanted to knock down and kick Winston, and

moreover

He also realized that he was almost big enough to do this. Winston thought, thankfully the pistol in his hand was not

be

It's true.

Mrs. Persons' eyes uneasily shifted from Winston to the children, and back again. The living room is well lit

，

He was delighted to find that there was really dust in the wrinkles on her face.

"They're," she said. "They were disappointed that they couldn't go to see the hanging, that's why they made such a fuss. I'm too busy to be available

bring

They went, and Thom was too late to get off work. ”

"Why can't we go and see the hanging?" The boy asked in a loud voice.

"Look at hanging! Look at the hanging! The little girl cried out, still bouncing.

Winston remembered that several Eurasian prisoners of war crimes were to be hanged in the park that night. this

seed

It happens once a month, and it's something that everyone loves to watch. The kids were always clamoring to take them to see it. He addressed Mrs. Persons

tell

No, he walked towards the door, but he hadn't taken six steps down the aisle outside when someone had used something behind his neck

pain

Painfully beaten. It was as if a red-hot wire had pierced his flesh. He jumped up and turned away, only to see Primson Ste

too

While dragging her son into the house, the boy was putting the slingshot in his pocket.

When the door closed, the boy was still calling "Goldstein!" But that was the one that surprised Winston the most

woman

Helpless fear on the face of the gray.

When he returned to his room, he quickly walked past the curtain and sat down again at the table, groping his neck as he went. electricity

curtain

The music on stopped. A crisp military man's voice reads aloud with relish an article about just in Iceland and

law

A description of the armament of a new type of water fortress moored between the Rowe Islands.

He thought to himself that with such a child, the poor woman's life must be enough to choke. Another year or two, he

Guys

They had to keep an eye on her day and night to see if she showed signs of impure thoughts. In today's world, almost all children are enough

Choke. Worst of all, through organizations like the Junior Scouts, they were systematically turned into uncontrollable Ono

people, but this does not create any tendency among them to oppose the control of the party. Instead, they worship the party and the party one

Cut. Singing, parades, flags, hiking, wooden gun drills, chanting slogans, worshipping Big Brother - all this for them

come

It's all a lot of fun.

Commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the publication of 1984

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