Who can figure out what book this passage is from??
"It was a bright cold
day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith,
his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile
wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions,
though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from
entering along with him.
The hallway smelt of
boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster,
too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It
depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of
a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly
handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying
the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at
present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours."
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