“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.”
‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’ by George Orwell
It is 38 years since I first read this paragraph, here’s my old university copy of 1984.
And if you’d like to tweet a link to THIS post, here’s my suggested tweet:
1984 by George Orwell via @SandraDanby #amreading http://wp.me/p5gEM4-2d