Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages, and yet this produced in them no tendency whatever to rebel against the discipline of the Party. On the contrary, they adored the Party and everything connected with it. The songs, ....., - it was all sort of glo...
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Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages, and yet this produced in them no tendency whatever to rebel against the discipline of the Party. On the contrary, they adored the Party and everything connected with it. The songs, ....., - it was all sort of glorious game to them. All their ferocity was turned outwards, against the enemies of the State, against foreigners, traitors, saboteurs, thought-criminals. It was almost normal for people over thirty to be frightened of their own children. 引自 the Parsons' childrenNewspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past. He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himeself was the monster.
He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage引自 the Parsons' children
By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hed...
2021-02-28 23:32
By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you
be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation.
Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your
own choosing. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact
opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and
treachery is torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not
less but MORE merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress towards more
pain. The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon
hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement.
Everything else we shall destroy -- everything. Already we are breaking down the habits of thought
which have survived from before the Revolution. We have cut the links between child and parent,
and between man and man, and between man and woman. No one dares trust a wife or a child or a
friend any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends. Children will be taken from
their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation
will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm. Our
neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party.
There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of
triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are
omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and
ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will
be destroyed. But always -- do not forget this, Winston -- always there will be the intoxication of
power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be
the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of
the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face -- for ever.
You are the last man,You are the guardian of the human spirit.
The Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously. The were the homes of the four Min...
2012-03-10 01:08
The Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously. The were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided: the Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts; the Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order; and the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs. Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and Miniplenty.
The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. 引自 ONE
The pencil felt thick and awkward in his fingers. He began to write down the thoughts that came into his head. He wrote first in large clumsy capitals: FREEDOM IS SLAVERY Then almost without a pause he wrote beneath it: TWO AND TWO MAKE FIVE But then there came a sort of check. His mind, as though shying away from something, seemed unable to concentrate. He knew that he knew what came next, but...
2012-03-09 00:25
The pencil felt thick and awkward in his fingers. He began to write down the thoughts that came into his head. He wrote first in large clumsy capitals:
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
Then almost without a pause he wrote beneath it:
TWO AND TWO MAKE FIVE
But then there came a sort of check. His mind, as though shying away from something, seemed unable to concentrate. He knew that he knew what came next, but for the moment he could not recall it. When he did recall it, it was only by consciously reasoning out what it must be: it did not come of its own accord. He wrote:
GOD IS POWER引自 THREE
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