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George Orwell 1 9 8 4<br />
Chapter 6 CAPÍTULO VI<br />
It had happened at last. The expected message had<br />
come. All his life, it seemed to him, he had been<br />
waiting for this to happen.<br />
He was walking down the long corridor at the<br />
Ministry and he was almost at the spot where Julia<br />
had slipped the note into his hand when he became<br />
aware that someone larger than himself was<br />
walking just behind him. The person, whoever it<br />
was, gave a small cough, evidently as a prelude to<br />
speaking. Winston stopped abruptly and turned. It<br />
was O'Brien.<br />
At last they were face to face, and it seemed that<br />
his only impulse was to run away. His heart<br />
bounded violently. He would have been incapable<br />
of speaking. O'Brien, however, had continued<br />
forward in the same movement, laying a friendly<br />
hand for a moment on Winston's arm, so that the<br />
two of them were walking side by side. He began<br />
speaking with the peculiar grave courtesy that<br />
differentiated him from the majority of Inner Party<br />
members.<br />
'I had been hoping for an opportunity of talking to<br />
you,' he said. 'I was reading one of your Newspeak<br />
articles in 'The Times' the other day. You take a<br />
scholarly interest in Newspeak, I believe?'<br />
Winston had recovered part of his self-possession.<br />
'Hardly scholarly,' he said. 'I'm only an amateur. It's<br />
not my subject. I have never had anything to do<br />
with the actual construction of the language.'<br />
'But you write it very elegantly,' said O'Brien. 'That<br />
is not only my own opinion. I was talking recently<br />
to a friend of yours who is certainly an expert. His<br />
name has slipped my memory for the moment.'<br />
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Por fin, había ocurrido. Había llegado el<br />
esperado mensaje. Le parecía a Winston que toda<br />
su vida había estado esperando que esto<br />
sucediera.<br />
Iba por el largo pasillo del Ministerio y casi<br />
había llegado al sitio donde Julia le deslizó aquel<br />
día en la mano su declaración. La persona, quien<br />
quiera que fuese, tosió ligeramente sin duda<br />
como preludio para hablar. Winston se detuvo en<br />
seco y volvió la cara. Era O'Brien.<br />
Por fin, se hallaban cara a cara y el único<br />
impulso que sentía Winston era emprender la<br />
huida. El corazón le latía a toda velocidad. No<br />
habría podido hablar en ese momento. Sin<br />
embargo, O'Brien, poniéndole amistosamente<br />
una mano en el hombro, siguió andando junto a<br />
él. Empezó a hablar con su característica<br />
cortesía, seria y suave, que le diferenciaba de la<br />
mayor parte de los miembros del Partido Interior.<br />
— He estado esperando una oportunidad de<br />
hablar contigo — le dijo —; estuve leyendo uno<br />
de tus artículos en neolengua publicados en el<br />
Times. Tengo entendido que te interesa, desde un<br />
punto de vista erudito, la neolengua.<br />
Winston había recobrado ánimos, aunque sólo en<br />
parte.<br />
— No muy erudito —dijo —. Soy sólo un<br />
aficionado. No es mi especialidad. Nunca he<br />
tenido que ocuparme de la estructura interna del<br />
idioma.<br />
— Pero lo escribes con mucha elegancia —dijo<br />
O'Brien —. Y ésta no es sólo una opinión mía.<br />
Estuve hablando recientemente con un amigo<br />
tuyo que es un especialista en cuestiones