The first time I saw the book that changed my life, it was in the hand of a corpse. And I did it (the corpse, I mean, not the book). I had to shoot the perp because I'm a Copyright Police Officer and he was openly holding an Out of Print book.
I' don't know what pressed me to take that book and open it, but I did it, knowing I was risking a death sentence. But that leather cover, the golden carved name on it and that strange title, a number with no particular meaning really moved me.
So, still asking myself what "1984" stands for, I begun to read the first sentences of it...
Sorry for my english.
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