Nineteen Eighty-Four 一九八四 Part 1, Chapter 6

Winston was writing in his diary:, ,It was three years ago. It was on a dark evening, in a narrow side-street near one of the big railway stations. She was standing ¹ near a doorway ² in the wall, under a street lamp that hardly gave any light. She had a young face, painted very thick. It was really the paint that appealed to me, the whiteness of it, like a mask, and the bright red lips. Party women never paint their faces. There was nobody else in the street, and no telescreens. She said two dollars. I --, ,For the moment it was too difficult to go on. He shut his eyes and pressed his fingers against them, trying to squeeze out the vision that kept recurring ³. He had an almost overwhelming temptation to shout a string of filthy ⁴ words at the top of his voice. Or to bang his head against the wall, to kick over the table, and hurl ⁵ the inkpot through the window -- to do any violent or noisy or painful thing that might black out the memory that was tormenting ⁶ him., , ,He drew his breath and went on writing:, ,I went with her through the doorway and across a backyard into a basement kitchen. There was a bed against the wall, and a lamp on the table, turned down very low. She --, ,They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改 。,They huddled in the shop doorway to shelter from the rain.他们挤在商店门口躲雨
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