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stuffy odour of the basement kitchen

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks

his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind

street level another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and

It was a bright cold day in April,

Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned

overwhelming temptation

. If you kept the small rules, you could break the big ones.

It was a bright cold day in April,

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.