Nineteen Eighty-Four Page #4

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This is no longer war.

This is cold-blooded murder.

Until now, the war has been conducted

with honour and brayery,

with the ideals of truth and justice

in the best traditions of mankind,

until this moment.

Brothers and sisters,

the endless catalogue of bestial atrocities

which will ensue from this appalling act

must, can and will be terminated.

The forces of darkness and

the treasonable maggots who collaborate

must, can and will be wiped

from the face of the earth.

We must crush them.

We must smash them.

We must stamp them outl

We, the people of Oceania,

and our traditional allies,

the people of Eurasia,

will not rest until the final yictory

has been achieyed.

Death to the eternal enemy of Oceania.

Deathl Deathl

Deathl

Brothers and sisters,

one week from now,

in this very square,

we shall,

as a demonstration of our resolve

and as a sure sign to those who attempt

to threaten our Party and our State,

we shall execute publicly

the same number of Eastasian prisoners

by hanging, drawing and quartering.

"In accordance

with the principles of Doublethink,

it does not matter if the war is not real,

or, when it is, that yictory is not possible. "

"The war is not meant to be won.

It is meant to be continuous. "

"The essential act of modern warfare

is the destruction

of the produce of human labour. "

"A hierarchical society is only possible

on the basis of poyerty and ignorance. "

"In principle, the war effort is planned

to keep society on the brink of starvation. "

"The war is waged by the ruling group

against its own subjects. "

"Lts object is not yictory

oyer Eurasia or Eastasia,

but to keep

the yery structure of society intact. "

Julia.

Are you awake?

Julia.

There is truth and there is untruth.

To be in a minority of one

doesn't make you mad.

Julia, my love.

I understand how.

But I don't understand why.

I'm hungry.

Let's make some more coffee.

The water's cold.

There's no oil in it.

That's strange. I thought it was full.

# They say that time heals all things

# They say you can always forget

# But the smiles and the tears

across the years

# They twist my heartstrings...

She's beautiful.

- She's a metre across the hips, easily.

- It's her style of beauty.

The future is hers.

We are the dead.

We are the dead.

You are the deadl

Remain exactly where you arel

Make no moye until you are ordered.

- Now they can see us.

- Now we can see you.

Clasp your hands behind your heads.

Stand out in the middle of the room.

Stand back to back.

Do not touch one another.

- The house is surrounded.

- The house is surrounded.

- I suppose we may as well say goodbye.

- You may as well say goodbye.

While we're on the subject,

here comes a candle to light you to bed,

here comes a chopper

to chop off your head.

Pick that up.

The Thought Police.

6079 Smithl Open your eyesl

Parsons?

Keep away from me, Smith.

I'm an agent of Goldstein.

I didn't know it myself.

Thoughtcrime is so insidious.

It just creeps up on you.

My daughter found it out.

Very proud of her.

Very grateful I've been discovered

before it's too late.

They won't shoot me, will they, Smith?

I could be very useful

in a labour camp.

Room 101 I

No.

Please, you don't have to take me there.

Why? There's nothing I won't confess.

Nothing.

I've told you everything already.

What is it you want me to know?

Take him instead of me.

He's the thought criminal.

It's him you want.

- They got you too?

- They got me a long time ago.

You knew this would happen, Winston.

Don't deceive yourself.

You've always known it.

The photos of you and the girl

will be recycled for proletarian use.

Do you know where you are, Winston?

I... I don't know.

I can guess.

In the Ministry of Love.

Do you know how long you've been here?

No.

Weeks? Months?

Do you know why you're here?

Shall I tell you why we brought you here?

To cure you.

To make you sane.

Yes.

No! No! No!

That was 40. You can see that

the numbers on this dial run up to 100.

Will you please remember

that I have it in my power

to inflict pain on you at any time,

and in whatever degree I choose?

Yes.

You know perfectly well

what is the matter with you, Winston.

You've known it for years

though you fought against the knowledge.

You are mentally deranged.

You suffer from a defective memory.

You never tried to cure yourself

because you did not choose to.

It was a small effort of will

which you were not ready to make.

For example,

which power is Oceania at war with?

Eastasia.

Oceania is at war with Eastasia.

Eastasia?

Good.

And Oceania has always been at war

with Eastasia, has it not?

Tell me what you think you remember.

I remember...

that until only a week

before I was arrested,

we weren't at war with Eastasia at all.

It was Eurasia.

- The last four years, I think.

- Another example. A serious delusion.

Photographs about which

you've had hallucinations,

which you believed

you held in your hand.

They never existed.

Say what you're about to say, Winston.

They exist.

In memory. I remember.

You remember.

I do not remember.

Only the disciplined mind

can see reality, Winston.

It needs an act of self-destruction,

an effort of the will.

Do you remember writing in your diary

"Freedom is the freedom to say

two plus two equals four"?

Yes.

- How many fingers am I holding up?

- Four.

And if the Party says there are not four

but five, then how many?

Five?

No.

That's no use. You're lying.

How many fingers, please?

Four? What else can I say?

Five, four, anything you like,

only please stop it.

Stop the pain.

How can I help it?

How can I help

what I see in front of my eyes?

Two and two makes four.

Sometimes, Winston,

sometimes they're five.

Sometimes they're three.

Sometimes they are all of them at once.

Neither the past nor the present nor

the future exists in its own right, Winston.

Reality is in the human mind,

not in the individual mind,

which makes mistakes

and soon perishes,

but in the mind of the Party,

which is collective and immortal.

- Again.

- No.

How many fingers, Winston?

Four... Four?

I suppose there are four,

but I'm trying to see five.

- I wish I could.

- Which do you wish?

To persuade me that you can see five

or really to see them?

Really to see them.

Again.

How many, Winston?

I don't know...

I don't know.

Better.

No one escapes, Winston.

There are no martyrs here.

All the confessions made here are true.

We do not destroy the heretic

because he resists us.

As long as he resists us,

we never destroy him.

We make him one of ourselves

before we kill him.

We make his brain perfect

before we blow it out.

And then, when there is nothing left

but sorrow and love of Big Brother,

we shall lift you clean out of history,

we shall turn you into gas

and pour you into the stratosphere.

Nothing will remain of you.

Not a name in a register,

not a memory in a living brain.

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