1984-bilingue

George Orwell 1 9 8 4
further question that he wanted to ask: still less did
he feel any impulse to utter high-sounding
generalities. Instead of anything directly connected
with O'Brien or the Brotherhood, there came into
his mind a sort of composite picture of the dark
bedroom where his mother had spent her last days,
and the little room over Mr Charrington's shop,
and the glass paperweight, and the steel engraving
in its rosewood frame. Almost at random he said:
'Did you ever happen to hear an old rhyme that
begins "Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St
Clement's"?'
Again O'Brien nodded. With a sort of grave
courtesy he completed the stanza:
'Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St
Clement's, You owe me three farthings, say the
bells of St Martin's,
When will you pay me? say the bells of Old
Bailey, When I grow rich, say the bells of
Shoreditch.'
210
más que preguntar. En vez de cosas relacionadas
con O'Brien o la Hermandad, le — acudía a la
mente una imagen superpuesta de la oscura
habitación donde su madre había pasado los
últimos días y el dormitorio en casa del señor
Charrington, el pisapapeles de cristal y el grabado
con su marco de palo rosa. Entonces dijo:
Oíste alguna vez una vieja canción que empieza:
Naranjas y limones, dicen las campanas de San
Clemente.
O'Brien, muy serio, continuó la canción:
Me debes tres peniques, dicen las campanas de San
Martín.
¿Cuándo me pagarás?, dicen las campanas de Old
Bailey.
Cuando me haga rico, dicen las campanas de
Shoreditch
'You knew the last line!' said Winston. — ¡¡Sabías el último verso!! —dijo Winston.
'Yes, I knew the last line. And now, I am afraid, it
is time for you to go. But wait. You had better let
me give you one of these tablets.'
As Winston stood up O'Brien held out a hand. His
powerful grip crushed the bones of Winston's
palm. At the door Winston looked back, but
O'Brien seemed already to be in process of putting
him out of mind. He was waiting with his hand on
the switch that controlled the telescreen. Beyond
him Winston could see the writing-table with its
green-shaded lamp and the speakwrite and the wire
baskets deep-laden with papers. The incident was
closed. Within thirty seconds, it occurred to him,
O'Brien would be back at his interrupted and
important work on behalf of the Party.
— Sí, lo sé, y ahora creo que es hora de que te
vayas. Pero, espera, toma antes una de estas
tabletas.
O'Brien, después de darle la tableta, le estrechó la
mano con tanta fuerza que los huesos de Winston
casi crujieron. Winston se volvió al llegar a la
puerta, pero ya O'Brien empezaba a eliminarlo de
sus pensamientos. Esperaba con la mano puesta en
la llave que controlaba la telepantalla. Más allá veía
Winston la mesa despacho con su lámpara de
pantalla verde, el hablescribe y las bandejas de
alambre cargadas de papeles. El incidente había
terminado. Dentro de treinta segundos — pensó
Winston — reanudaría O'Brien su interrumpido e
importante trabajo al servicio del Partido.