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壹力文庫.百靈鳥英文經(jīng)典:一九八四(精裝)

壹力文庫.百靈鳥英文經(jīng)典:一九八四(精裝)

出版社：譯林出版社出版時(shí)間：2021-07-02
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  • ISBN：9787544783354
  • 條形碼：9787544783354 ; 978-7-5447-8335-4
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二十世紀(jì)著名的反烏托邦文學(xué)經(jīng)典之一

《時(shí)代周刊》“百部*佳英語小說”

蘭登書屋“20世紀(jì)百部英語小說”

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壹力文庫.百靈鳥英文經(jīng)典:一九八四(精裝) 內(nèi)容簡(jiǎn)介

《一九八四》是一部極具預(yù)言性質(zhì)的政治諷喻小說，描繪了一個(gè)令人感到窒息和恐懼的泯滅人性的極權(quán)主義社會(huì)。在這個(gè)被稱為“大洋國(guó)”的極權(quán)主義社會(huì)里，你說的每一句話，發(fā)出的每個(gè)個(gè)聲響都會(huì)被監(jiān)聽；只要有一點(diǎn)光線，你的一舉一動(dòng)都會(huì)被監(jiān)視，人性被扼殺、自由被剝奪、思想被鉗制，而歷史每時(shí)每刻都在被偽造。那里的人類生存狀態(tài)，永遠(yuǎn)警示著人們不要走進(jìn)這黑暗的悲劇。

壹力文庫.百靈鳥英文經(jīng)典:一九八四(精裝) 目錄

CONTENTS

Part One 1

Part Two 115

Part Three 255

Appendix………………………………………………………..337

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壹力文庫.百靈鳥英文經(jīng)典:一九八四(精裝) 節(jié)選

Chapter One

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.

The hallway 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 an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at 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 thirty-nine, and 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 are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS

WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

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 a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, 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 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.

Outside, even through the shut windowpane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black-moustachio’d face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston’s own. Down at street level another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the Police Patrol, snooping into people’s windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered.

Behind Winston’s back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it; moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live—did live, from habit that became instinct—in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.

壹力文庫.百靈鳥英文經(jīng)典:一九八四(精裝) 作者簡(jiǎn)介

喬治·奧威爾（George Orwell，1903—1950），英國(guó)著名小說家、記者和社會(huì)評(píng)論家。他的代表作《動(dòng)物莊園》和《一九八四》是反極權(quán)主義的經(jīng)典名著，其中《一九八四》是二十世紀(jì)影響巨大的英文小說之一。喬治·奧威爾一生短暫，但其以敏銳的洞察力和犀利的文筆審視和記錄著他所生活的那個(gè)時(shí)代，做出了許多超越時(shí)代的預(yù)言，被稱為“一代人的冷峻良知”。

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