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George Orwell 1 9 8 4<br />
dreamed a great deal all through this time, and<br />
they were always happy dreams. He was in the<br />
Golden Country, or he was sitting among<br />
enormous glorious, sunlit ruins, with his mother,<br />
with Julia, with O’Brien—not doing anything,<br />
merely sitting in the sun, talking of peaceful<br />
things. Such thoughts as he had when he was<br />
awake were mostly about his dreams. He seemed<br />
to have lost the power of intellectual effort, now<br />
that the stimulus of pain had been removed. He<br />
was not bored, he had no desire for conversation<br />
or distraction. Merely to be alone, not to be beaten<br />
or questioned, to have enough to eat, and to be<br />
clean all over, was completely satisfying.<br />
By degrees he came to spend less time in sleep,<br />
but he still felt no impulse to get off the bed. All<br />
he cared for was to lie quiet and feel the strength<br />
gathering in his body. He would finger himself<br />
here and there, trying to make sure that it was not<br />
an illusion that his muscles were growing rounder<br />
and his skin tauter. Finally it was established<br />
beyond a doubt that he was growing fatter; his<br />
thighs were now definitely thicker than his knees.<br />
After that, reluctantly at first, he began exercising<br />
himself regularly. In a little while he could walk<br />
three kilometres, measured by pacing the cell, and<br />
his bowed shoulders were growing straighter. He<br />
attempted more elaborate exercises, and was<br />
astonished and humiliated to find what things he<br />
could not do. He could not move out of a walk, he<br />
could not hold his stool out at arm’s length, he<br />
could not stand on one leg without falling over. He<br />
squatted down on his heels, and found that with<br />
agonizing pains in thigh and calf he could just lift<br />
himself to a standing position. He lay flat on his<br />
belly and tried to lift his weight by his hands. It<br />
was hopeless, he could not raise himself a<br />
centimetre. But after a few more days—a few<br />
more mealtimes—even that feat was<br />
accomplished. A time came when he could do it<br />
six times running. He began to grow actually<br />
proud of his body, and to cherish an intermittent<br />
belief that his face also was growing back to<br />
normal. Only when he chanced to put his hand on<br />
his bald scalp did he remember the seamed, ruined<br />
face that had looked back at him out of the mirror.<br />
His mind grew more active. He sat down on the<br />
plank bed, his back against the wall and the slate<br />
on his knees, and set to work deliberately at the<br />
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tenía ensueños felices. Se veía en el País<br />
Dorado o sentado entre enormes, soleadas<br />
gloriosas ruinas con su madre, con Julia o con<br />
O'Brien, sir hacer nada, sólo tomando el sol y<br />
hablando de temas pacíficos. Al despertarse,<br />
pensaba mucho tiempo sobre lo que había<br />
soñado. Había perdido la facultad de<br />
esforzarse intelectualmente al desaparecer el<br />
estímulo del dolor. No se sentía aburrido ni<br />
deseaba conversar ni distraerse por otro<br />
medio. Sólo quería estar aislado, que no le<br />
pegaran ni lo interrogaran, tener bastante<br />
comida y estar limpio.<br />
Gradualmente empezó a dormir menos, pero<br />
seguía sin desear levantarse de la cama. Su<br />
mayor afán era yacer en calma y sentir cómo<br />
se concentraba más energía en su cuerpo. Se<br />
tocaba continuamente el cuerpo para<br />
asegurarse de que no era una ilusión suya el<br />
que sus músculos se iban redondeando y su<br />
piel fortaleciendo. Por último, vio con alegría<br />
que sus muslos eran mucho más gruesos que<br />
sus rodillas. Después de esto, aunque sin<br />
muchas ganas al principio, empezó a hacer<br />
algún ejercicio con regularidad. Andaba hasta<br />
tres kilómetros seguidos; los medía por los<br />
pasos que daba en torno a la celda. La espalda<br />
se le iba enderezando. Intentó realizar<br />
ejercicios más complicados, y se asombró,<br />
humillado, de la cantidad asombrosa de cosas<br />
que no podía hacer. No podía coger el<br />
taburete estirando el brazo ni sostenerse en<br />
una sola pierna sin caerse. Intentó ponerse en<br />
cuclillas, pero sintió unos dolores terribles en<br />
los muslos y en las pantorrillas. Se tendió de<br />
cara al suelo e intentó levantar el peso del<br />
cuerpo con las manos. Fue inútil; no podía<br />
elevarse ni un centímetro. Pero después de<br />
unos días más — otras cuantas comidas —<br />
incluso eso llegó a realizarlo. Lo hizo hasta<br />
seis veces seguidas. Empezó a enorgullecerse<br />
de su cuerpo y a albergar la intermitente<br />
ilusión de que también su cara se le iba<br />
normalizando. Pero cuando casualmente se<br />
llevaba la mano a su cráneo calvo, recordaba<br />
el rostro cruzado de cicatrices y deformado<br />
que había visto aquel día en el espejo. Se le<br />
fue activando el espíritu. Sentado en la cama,