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29.3.: Jo NesbøJo Nesbø
[29.3.1960]
slaví 64. narozeniny
29.3.: Jiří WolkerJiří Wolker
[29.3.1900-3.1.1924]
- 124. výročí narození
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[30.3.1844-8.1.1896]
- 180. výročí narození
30.3.: Karl MayKarl Friedrich May
[25.2.1842-30.3.1912]
- 112. výročí úmrtí
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[31.3.1962]
slaví 62. narozeniny
31.3.: Ota PavelOta Pavel
[2.7.1930-31.3.1973]
- 51. výročí úmrtí
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[1.4.1809-4.3.1852]
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[1.4.1875-10.2.1932]
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[2.4.1805-4.8.1875]
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[4.4.1911-6.11.1976]
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[4.4.1915-28.11.1970]
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[5.4.1835-8.10.1874]
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[3.6.1926-5.4.1997]
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[2.1.1920-6.4.1992]
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[26.5.1900-6.4.1958]
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[9.4.1821-21.8.1867]
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Chapter 6

Winston was writing in his diary:

<p class="letter-written"> 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 near a doorway 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. He had an almost overwhelming temptation to shout a string of filthy words at the top of his voice. Or to bang his head against the wall, to kick over the table, and hurl the inkpot through the window—to do any violent or noisy or painful thing that might black out the memory that was tormenting him.

Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your own nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom. He thought of a man whom he had passed in the street a few weeks back; a quite ordinary-looking man, a Party member, aged thirty-five to forty, tallish and thin, carrying a brief-case. They were a few metres apart when the left side of the man’s face was suddenly contorted by a sort of spasm. It happened again just as they were passing one another: it was only a twitch, a quiver, rapid as the clicking of a camera shutter, but obviously habitual. He remembered thinking at the time: That poor devil is done for. And what was frightening was that the action was quite possibly unconscious. The most deadly danger of all was talking in your sleep. There was no way of guarding against that, so far as he could see.

He drew his breath and went on writing:

<p class="letter-written"> 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——

His teeth were set on edge. He would have liked to spit. Simultaneously with the woman in the basement kitchen he thought of Katharine, his wife. Winston was married—had been married, at any rate: probably he still was married, so far as he knew his wife was not dead. He seemed to breathe again the warm stuffy odour of the basement kitchen, an odour compounded of bugs and dirty clothes and villainous cheap scent, but nevertheless alluring, because no woman of the Party ever used scent, or could be imagined as doing so. Only the proles used scent. In his mind the smell of it was inextricably mixed up with fornication.

When he had gone with that woman it had been his first lapse in two years or thereabouts. Consorting with prostitutes was forbidden, of course, but it was one of those rules that you could

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(George Orwell, Nineteen eighty-four)

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