Tony[_2_]
December 25th 07, 08:21 PM
of the
human spirit. You shall see yourself as you are. Take off your clothes.'
Winston undid the bit of string that held his overalls together. The
zip fastener had long since been wrenched out of them. He could not
remember whether at any time since his arrest he had taken off all his
clothes at one time. Beneath the overalls his body was looped with filthy
yellowish rags, just recognizable as the remnants of underclothes. As he
slid them to the ground he saw that there was a three-sided mirror at the
far end of the room. He approached it, then stopped short. An involuntary
cry had broken out of him.
'Go on,' said O'Brien. 'Stand between the wings of the mirror. You
shall see the side view as well.'
He had stopped because he was frightened. A bowed, grey-coloured,
skeleton-like thing was coming towards him. Its actual appearance was
frightening, and not merely the fact that he knew it to be himself. He
moved closer to the glass. The creature's face seemed to be protruded,
because of its bent carriage. A forlorn, jailbird's face with a nobby
forehead running back into a bald scalp, a crooked nose, and battered-
looking cheekbones above which his
human spirit. You shall see yourself as you are. Take off your clothes.'
Winston undid the bit of string that held his overalls together. The
zip fastener had long since been wrenched out of them. He could not
remember whether at any time since his arrest he had taken off all his
clothes at one time. Beneath the overalls his body was looped with filthy
yellowish rags, just recognizable as the remnants of underclothes. As he
slid them to the ground he saw that there was a three-sided mirror at the
far end of the room. He approached it, then stopped short. An involuntary
cry had broken out of him.
'Go on,' said O'Brien. 'Stand between the wings of the mirror. You
shall see the side view as well.'
He had stopped because he was frightened. A bowed, grey-coloured,
skeleton-like thing was coming towards him. Its actual appearance was
frightening, and not merely the fact that he knew it to be himself. He
moved closer to the glass. The creature's face seemed to be protruded,
because of its bent carriage. A forlorn, jailbird's face with a nobby
forehead running back into a bald scalp, a crooked nose, and battered-
looking cheekbones above which his