Theof is ominous, and this mood is established from the first
pages. Asis introduced to us, the clock is striking thirteen (itself an unlucky number) on a
cold day. When he enters the Victory Mansion, the halls smell of boiled cabbage and old rag
mats.
Winston isn't a specimen of health, either:
He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the
meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the
party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap
and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.
His health seems to be further impeded by the cold days he's
endured, and Winston needs to rest frequently as he tries to climb stairs.
A
telescreen is turned on, and it reportedly cannot be turned off. Readers are quickly introduced
to the Thought Police, the Ministry of Truth, and Newspeak. Winston surveys the landscape around
him and makes note of the physical...
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