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George Orwell 1 9 8 4
Chapter 7 CAPÍTULO VII
Winston had woken up with his eyes full of tears.
Julia rolled sleepily against him, murmuring
something that might have been 'What's the
matter?'
'I dreamt—' he began, and stopped short. It was
too complex to be put into words. There was the
dream itself, and there was a memory connected
with it that had swum into his mind in the few
seconds after waking.
He lay back with his eyes shut, still sodden in the
atmosphere of the dream. It was a vast, luminous
dream in which his whole life seemed to stretch
out before him like a landscape on a summer
evening after rain. It had all occurred inside the
glass paperweight, but the surface of the glass
was the dome of the sky, and inside the dome
everything was flooded with clear soft light in
which one could see into interminable distances.
The dream had also been comprehended by—
indeed, in some sense it had consisted in—a
gesture of the arm made by his mother, and made
again thirty years later by the Jewish woman he
had seen on the news film, trying to shelter the
small boy from the bullets, before the helicopter
blew them both to pieces.
'Do you know,' he said, 'that until this moment I
believed I had murdered my mother?'
'Why did you murder her?' said Julia, almost
asleep.
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Winston se despertó muy emocionado. Le dijo a
Julia:
«He soñado que...», y se detuvo porque no podía
explicarlo. Era excesivamente complicado. No sólo
se trataba del sueño, sino de unos recuerdos
relacionados con él que habían surgido en su mente
segundos después de despertarse.
Siguió tendido, con los ojos cerrados y envuelto aún
en la atmósfera del sueño. Era un amplio y luminoso
ensueño en el que su vida entera parecía extenderse
ante él como un paisaje en una tarde de verano
después de la lluvia. Todo había ocurrido dentro del
pisapapeles de cristal, pero la superficie de éste era la
cúpula del cielo y dentro de la cúpula todo estaba
inundado por una luz clara y suave gracias a la cual
podían verse interminables distancias. El ensueño
había partido de un gesto hecho por su madre con el
brazo y vuelto a hacer, treinta años más tarde, por la
mujer judía del noticiario cinematográfico cuando
trataba de proteger a su niño de las balas antes de que
los autogiros los destrozaran a ambos.
— ¿Sabes? —dijo Winston —, hasta ahora mismo he
creído que había asesinado a mi madre.
— ¿Por qué la asesinaste? — le preguntó Julia medio
dormida.
'I didn't murder her. Not physically.' — No, no la asesiné. Físicamente, no.
In the dream he had remembered his last glimpse
of his mother, and within a few moments of
waking the cluster of small events surrounding it
had all come back. It was a memory that he must
have deliberately pushed out of his consciousness
En el ensueño había recordado su última visión de la
madre y, pocos instantes después de despertar, le
había vuelto el racimo de pequeños acontecimientos
que rodearon aquel hecho. Sin duda, había estado
reprimiendo deliberadamente aquel recuerdo durante