He must, he thought, have been ten or eleven years old 时间从句when his mother had disappeared. She was a tall, statuesque, rather silent woman with slow movements and magnificent fair hair. His father he remembered 宾补more vaguely as dark and thin, dressed always in neat dark clothes (Winston remembered especially the very thin soles of his father’s shoes) and wearing spectacles. The two of them must evidently have been swallowed up in one of the first great purges of the fifties.
At this moment his mother was sitting in some place deep down beneath him, with his young sister in her arms. He did not remember his sister at all, except as a tiny, feeble baby, always silent, with large, watchful eyes. Both of them were looking up at him. They were down in some subterranean place — the bottom of a well, for instance, or a very deep grave — but it was a place 定语从句which, already far below him, was itself moving downwards. They were in the saloon of a sinking ship, 分词状语looking up at him through the darkening water. There was still air in the saloon, they could still see him and he them, but all the while they were sinking down, down into the green waters 定语从句which in another moment must hide them from sight for ever. He was out in the light and air 时间从句while they were being sucked down to death, and they were down there 原因从句because he was up here. He knew it and they knew it, and he could see the knowledge in their faces. There was no reproach either in their faces or in their hearts, only the knowledge 同位语从句that they must die in order that he might remain alive, and that this was part of the unavoidable order of things.
He could not remember 宾语从句what had happened, but he knew in his dream 宾语从句that in some way the lives of his mother and his sister had been sacrificed to his own. It was one of those dreams 定语从句which, 分词状语while retaining the characteristic dream scenery, are a continuation of one’s intellectual life, and in which one becomes aware of facts and ideas 定语从句which still seem new and valuable after one is awake. The thing 定语从句that now suddenly struck Winston was 谓语从句that his mother’s death, nearly thirty years ago, had been tragic and sorrowful in a way that was no longer possible. Tragedy, he perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time 定语从句when there was still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason. His mother’s memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, 时间从句when he was too young and selfish to love her in return, and 原因从句because somehow, he did not remember how, she had sacrificed herself to a conception of loyalty 定语从句that was private and unalterable. Such things, he saw, could not happen today. Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows. All this he seemed to see in the large eyes of his mother and his sister, 宾补looking up at him through the green water, hundreds of fathoms down and still sinking.