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George Orwell 1 9 8 4<br />

freckled face, still peacefully asleep, pillowed on<br />

the palm of her hand. Except for her mouth, you<br />

could not call her beautiful. There was a line or two<br />

round the eyes, if you looked closely. The short<br />

dark hair was extraordinarily thick and soft. It<br />

occurred to him that he still did not know her<br />

surname or where she lived.<br />

The young, strong body, now helpless in sleep,<br />

awoke in him a pitying, protecting feeling. But the<br />

mindless ten<strong>de</strong>rness that he had felt un<strong>de</strong>r the hazel<br />

tree, while the thrush was singing, had not quite<br />

come back. He pulled the overalls asi<strong>de</strong> and<br />

studied her smooth white flank. In the old days, he<br />

thought, a man looked at a girl's body and saw that<br />

it was <strong>de</strong>sirable, and that was the end of the story.<br />

But you could not have pure love or pure lust<br />

nowadays. No emotion was pure, because<br />

everything was mixed up with fear and hatred.<br />

Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a<br />

victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It<br />

was a political act.<br />

151<br />

cabo <strong>de</strong> media hora se <strong>de</strong>spertó Winston. Se<br />

incorporó y contempló a Julia, que seguía<br />

durmiendo tranquilamente con su cara pecosa en la<br />

palma <strong>de</strong> la mano. Aparte <strong>de</strong> la boca, sus facciones<br />

no eran hermosas. Si se miraba con atención, se<br />

<strong>de</strong>scubrían unas pequeñas arrugas en torno a los<br />

ojos. El cabello negro y corto era<br />

extraordinariamente abundante y suave. Pensó<br />

entonces que todavía ignoraba el apellido y el<br />

domicilio <strong>de</strong> ella.<br />

Este cuerpo joven y vigoroso, <strong>de</strong>samparado ahora<br />

en el sueño, <strong>de</strong>spertó en él un compasivo y<br />

protector sentimiento. Pero la ternura que había<br />

sentido mientras escuchaba el canto <strong>de</strong>l pájaro<br />

había <strong>de</strong>saparecido ya. Le apartó el mono a un lado<br />

y estudió su ca<strong>de</strong>ra. En los viejos tiempos, pensó,<br />

un hombre miraba el cuerpo <strong>de</strong> una muchacha y<br />

veía que era <strong>de</strong>seable y aquí se acababa la historia.<br />

Pero ahora no se podía sentir amor puro o <strong>de</strong>seo<br />

puro. Ninguna emoción era pura porque todo<br />

estaba mezclado con el miedo y el odio. Su abrazo<br />

había sido una batalla, el clímax una victoria. Era<br />

un golpe contra el Partido. Era un acto político.

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