1984 - opening paragraph (music added)
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Yeah, it was a bright, cold day in April on the clocks were striking. 13 Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his brash in an effort to escape. The vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansion's, though not quickly enough to prevent to swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the whole way. 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 on enormous face more than a metre. Why the face of a man about 45 with heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to lift, even at the best of times. It was seldom working on the 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 39 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 is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you. The caption beneath it, Rod inside, the flat of fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of Pig I. And the voice came from a knob long metal plaque like adult mirror, which formed part of the surface of the right hand wall. When Justin turned to switch and the voice sank somewhat, though, the words were still distinguishable the instrument. The telly screen, it was called, could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window, a smallish, frail figure, the media nous of his body, merely emphasised by the blue overalls, which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine. His skin, roughened by course, opened blunt razor blades in the cold of the winter that had just ended