Chapter I 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

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Date: 2013-08-10 07:54:21		Chapter I 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 Add to Reading List Source URL: theorwellprize.co.uk Download Document from Source Website File Size: 87,54 KB Share Document on Facebook