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Unit 1 Text A Pre-reading Activities First Listening 1. You're about to hear a conversation about Winston Churchill. Before you listen, take a look at the words below. Which do you think you're likely
1. President Barack Obama has a message for Republicans who say they'll try to repeal his health care overhaul: Go for it! Speaking at the University of Iowa, Obama says those who try to overturn the sweeping changes will have to face voters who see
Chapter 6 The Chestnut Tree was almost empty. A ray of sunlight slanting through a window fell on dusty table-tops. It was the lonely hour of fifteen. A tinny music trickled from the telescreens. Winston sat in his usual corner, gazing into an empty
WInston picked his way up the lane through dappled light and shade, stepping out into pools of gold wherever the boughs parted. Under the trees to the left of him the ground was misty with bluebells. The air seemed to kiss ones skin. It was the secon
It was the middle of the morning, and Winston had left the cubicle to go to the lavatory. A solitary figure was coming towards him from the other end of the long, brightly-lit corridor. It was the girl with dark hair. Four days had gone past since th
From somewhere at the bottom of a passage the smell of roasting coffee real coffee, not Victory Coffee came floating out into the street. Winston paused involuntarily. For perhaps two seconds he was back in the half-forgotten world of his childhood.
If there is hope, wrote Winston, it lies in the proles. If there was hope, it MUST lie in the proles, because only there in those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be gene
In the low-ceilinged canteen, deep underground, the lunch queue jerked slowly forward. The room was already very full and deafeningly noisy. From the grille at the counter the steam of stew came pouring forth, with a sour metallic smell which did not
Wth the deep, unconscious sigh which not even the nearness of the telescreen could prevent him from uttering when his days work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. Then he
As he put his hand to the door-knob Winston saw that he had left the diary open on the table. DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER was written all over it, in letters almost big enough to be legible across the room. It was an inconceivably stupid thing to have done
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an efffort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to
Winston was dreaming of his mother. He must, he thought, have been ten or eleven years old when his mother had disappeared. She was a tall, statuesque, rather silent woman with slow movements and magnificent fair hair. His father he remembered more v
Chapter 3 There are three stages in your reintegration, said OBrien. There is learning, there is understanding, and there is acceptance. It is time for you to enter upon the second stage. As always, Winston was lying flat on his back. But of late his
Chapter 10 When he woke it was with the sensation of having slept for a long time, but a glance at the old-fashioned clock told him that it was only twenty-thirty. He lay dozing for a while; then the usual deep-lunged singing struck up from the yard
Winston had woken up with his eyes full of tears. Julia rolled sleepily against him, murmuring something that might have been Whats the matter? I dreamt he began, and stopped short. It was too complex to be put into words. There was the dream itself,
Syme had vanished. A morning came, and he was missing from work: a few thoughtless people commented on his absence. On the next day nobody mentioned him. On the third day Winston went into the vestibule of the Records Department to look at the notice
Winston looked round the shabby little room above Mr Charringtons shop. Beside the window the enormous bed was made up, with ragged blankets and a coverless bolster. The old-fashioned clock with the twelve-hour face was ticking away on the mantelpiec
We can come here once again, said Julia. Its generally safe to use any hide-out twice. But not for another month or two, of course. As soon as she woke up her demeanour had changed. She became alert and business-like, put her clothes on, knotted the
Books and arts Book review Winston Churchill's other lives书籍与艺术 书评 丘吉尔的多面人生 Mr high-roller 赌场大亨 No More Champagne: Churchill and His Money. By David Lough. 《莫饮香槟:丘吉尔与金钱》作者:戴维洛
Winston Churchill 温斯顿丘吉尔 Winston Churchill began his love affair with painting in his 40's, a mid disastrous circumstance. As First Lord of the Admiralty in 1915, he was deeply involved in a campaign in the Dardanelles that could have sho