Nineteen Eighty-Four Page #5

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You will be annihilated in the past

as well as in the future.

This time it won't hurt you.

Before we bring this session to an end,

I want you to ask me your questions.

I want you to clear your mind.

Julia.

She betrayed you, Winston.

Immediately. Unreservedly.

All her rebellion, deceit,

folly, dirty-mindedness

has been turned out of her.

Does Big Brother exist?

Of course.

In the same way as me?

You do not exist.

You have not asked me the question

that is uppermost in your mind, Winston.

You know what is in Room 101.

Everyone knows what's in Room 101.

Now, fix your eyes on mine.

What country

is Oceania at war with?

I...

I don't remember.

Oceania is at war with Eastasia.

Do you remember that now?

Yes.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Five.

You see, at least, that it is possible.

You've understood the reality of the past

and the present, Winston.

Now, what of the future?

A question:
How does one man

assert power over another?

- By making him suffer.

- Exactly.

Obedience is not enough.

Power is inflicting pain and humiliation,

otherwise you cannot be sure.

Power is tearing human minds apart,

and putting them together again

in new shapes of your own choosing.

Power is not a means. It is an end.

In our world, there will only be triumph

and self-abasement.

Everything else, we shall destroy.

The past is forbidden. Why?

Because when we can cut man

from his own past,

then we can cut him from his family,

his children, other men.

There is no loyalty

except loyalty to the Party.

There is no love

except love of Big Brother.

All competing pleasures, we will destroy.

If you want a vision of the future, imagine

a boot stamping on a human face forever.

Winston...

You are thinking

that my face is old and tired,

that while I talk of power, I am unable

to prevent the decay of my own body.

But the individual is only a cell, Winston.

The weariness of the cell

is the vigour of the organism.

- You'll fail.

- Why?

It's impossible.

Hatred and fear have no life.

Why is hate less vital than love?

I don't know but somehow you'll fail.

Something will defeat you.

- Life will defeat you.

- We control life, at all levels.

We create human nature.

Men are infinitely malleable.

Or perhaps you will return to your old idea

that the proletarians will arise.

Put it out of your mind.

They are helpless animals.

Humanity is the Party.

I don't care. In the end, they'll beat you.

Sooner or later, they'll tear you to pieces.

On what evidence?

Goldstein's book.

I wrote it.

Or at least I collaborated in writing it.

No book is individually produced,

as you know.

I just believe it.

I know you'll fail.

There's something in this world,

some spirit that you will never overcome.

What is it, this principle?

I don't know.

The spirit of man.

Do you consider yourself a man?

Yes.

If you're a man, you're the last man.

Your kind is extinct. We are the inheritors.

Do you understand that you're alone?

You're outside history.

You unexist.

Get up.

Come here.

Look at you. You're rotting away.

That is the last man.

If you're human, that is humanity.

It won't last forever.

You can escape from it

whenever you choose.

Everything depends on you.

You did it.

You reduced me to this.

No, Winston, you reduced yourself to it.

When will you shoot me?

It might take a long time.

But don't give up hope.

Everyone is cured sooner or later.

And in the end

we shall shoot you.

The law of gravity is nonsense.

No such law exists.

If I think I float and you think I float,

then it happens.

- I love you.

- You have the strength, the whole Party.

You are the Party.

You're one of us. One of the chosen.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

Julia.

Julia, my love.

Julia...

Julial

- Julia!

- Get up.

Stand up straighter.

Look me in the face.

Tell me, Winston, and remember, no lies.

What are your true feelings

towards Big Brother?

- I hate him.

- You must love him.

It's not enough to obey him.

You must love him.

Room 101.

You asked me once, Winston,

what was in Room 101.

I told you that you knew already.

Everyone knows.

The thing that is in Room 101...

is the worst thing in the world.

It goes beyond fear of pain or death.

It is unendurable and it varies

from individual to individual.

It may be burial alive or castration.

Or many other things.

In your case, it is rats.

No.

- Please. What do you want me to do?

- You will do what is required of you.

What? What is it?

How can I do it, if I don't know what it is?

In the proletarian areas

they will attack a baby

and, within five minutes,

strip it to the bone.

They also attack the sick and dying.

They show astonishing intelligence in

knowing when a human being is helpless.

Please...

The mask fits over your head,

leaving no exit.

I press the first lever and the rats

move into the front compartment.

I press the second

and the door of the cage will slide up.

These starving brutes

will shoot at you like bullets.

Have you ever seen a rat leap

through the air?

They will leap onto your face

and bore straight into it.

Sometimes they attack the eyes first.

Sometimes they burrow through

the cheeks and devour the tongue.

What do you want?

No, please.

I love you.

Do it to her. Do it to Julia.

I don't care what you do to her.

Tear her face off. Do it to Julia not to me.

Do it to Julia!

Do it to Julial

Not mel

A yast military build-up

has been reported in the Sahara desert -

sectors 17 and 18 of the war zone.

That is the end of the announcement.

Brother.

On the house.

Thank you for coming.

You are warned to stand by

for an important announcement at 15.30.

This is news of the grayest consequence

concerning the war with Eurasia.

15.30.

I'm very worried about the African front.

The news is disquieting in the extreme.

I've been worrying about it all day.

It's not just a question of losing Africa.

For the first time the territory of Oceania

itself is threatened by invasion.

It's inconceivable.

It must have been possible

to outflank them in some way.

I have an instinct.

There's bad news on the way.

I told them all about you.

I'm only thankful

they got me before it was too late.

Yes, I told them about you too.

Thoughtcrime.

Sexcrime, all your treachery.

I have a meeting to go to.

We must meet again.

Yes.

We must meet again.

I accuse myself of the following crimes.

I haye seduced

Party members of both sexes.

I'ye been to the proletarian areas.

I contracted syphilis

to spread the disease

to my wife and other Party members.

Together with other agents,

I haye counterfeited banknotes,

wrecked industrial machinery,

polluted the water supply

and guided Eurasian bombs

to targets on Airstrip One

by means of coded radio signals.

I stand here, a yictim of the influence

of Emmanuel Goldstein,

guilty on all counts.

I'm glad I was caught.

I was mentally deranged.

Now I am cured.

I ask only for you to accept

my loye of our leader.

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