Nineteen Eighty-Four 一九八四 Part 2, Chapter 7

Winston had woken up with his eyes full of tears. Julia rolled sleepily against him, murmuring something that might have been 'What's the matter?', ,'I dreamt -' he began, and stopped short. It was too complex to be put into words. There was the dream itself, and there was a memory connected with it that had swum into his mind in the few seconds after waking., ,He lay back with his eyes shut, still sodden ¹ in the atmosphere of the dream. It was a vast, luminous ² dream in which his whole life seemed to stretch out before him like a landscape on a summer evening after rain. It had all occurred inside the glass paperweight, but the surface of the glass was the dome ³ of the sky, and inside the dome everything was flooded with clear soft light in which one could see into interminable distances. The dream had also been comprehended by -- indeed, in some sense it had consisted in -- a gesture of the arm made by his mother, and made again thirty years later by the Jewish woman he had seen on the news film, trying to shelter the small boy from the bullets, before the helicopter blew them both to pieces., , ,'Why did you murder her?' said Julia, almost asleep., ,'I didn't murder her. Not physically ⁴.', ,The cardboard was sodden and fell apart in his hands.纸板潮得都发酥了 ，手一捏就碎 。,There are luminous knobs on all the doors in my house.我家所有门上都安有夜光把手。