点评: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.
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 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 flat was seven flights 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 lift-shaft, 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.
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翻译:四月里一个阳光明媚、寒冷的日子,钟敲了十三下。温斯顿·史密斯为了躲避凛冽的寒风,下巴紧贴着胸口,迅速溜进了胜利大厦的玻璃门,但速度不够快,没能阻止一阵沙尘跟着他一起飘了进来。
走廊里弥漫着煮卷心菜和旧抹布垫子的气味。走廊尽头的墙上钉着一张彩色海报,尺寸太大,不适合在室内张贴。海报上画着一张巨大的脸,有一米多宽:一个大约四十五岁的男人,留着浓密的黑胡子,五官粗犷英俊。温斯顿朝楼梯走去。乘电梯根本没用。即使在天气好的时候,电梯也很少运行,而现在白天的电源都被切断了。这是为“仇恨周”做准备的节俭措施的一部分。公寓在七层楼上,温斯顿三十九岁,右脚踝上方患有静脉曲张性溃疡,他走得很慢,一路上休息了好几次。每层楼电梯井对面的墙上,都会挂着一张巨大的海报,凝视着你。那是那种画得惟妙惟肖,眼睛会跟着你走的画。下面的标题写着:“老大哥在看着你。”
现在只要5美元!!!不!