- Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through theglasslasi-doorsovienof Victory MansionsVictory Mansionsin, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
- Thehallwayhallismelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats.
- It was no use trying thelifthissiä.
- Winston made for thestairsportaita.
- He moved over to thewindowikkunan: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the Party.