Name: Nineteen Eighty-Four
ISBN: 9781863959803

George Orwell

Dennis Glover

In an age of inescapable surveillance, fake news, alternative facts, would-be Big Brothers and endless low-level wars, Orwell's warning still speaks to us today, and with greater force than ever before. Republished with a new introduction by Dennis Glover, author of The Last Man in Europe, Orwell's prophetic masterpiece is truly a story for our times. Orwell's courage and his refusal to be silenced inspire hope that, ultimately, the spirit of humanity will win through.

Nineteen Eighty-Four

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Evie Sprite

Neesha Balapitiya 

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.

Moira

Lucik

Franzi

To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free. when men are different from one another and do not live alone-to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone: From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from e age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink-greetings!

“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past”

Abby

He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. 

It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. 

…he couldn’t remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux, occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible.

It was curious that he seemed not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself, but even to have forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say. 

In a lucid moment Winston found that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his chair. The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within tirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. 

And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blow lamp.

literally rip your own dick off and bleed out winston you unloveable fuck :

Suddenly, by the sort of violent effort with which one wrenches one's head away from the pillow in a nightmare, Winston succeeded in transferring his hatred from the face on the screen to the dark-haired girl behind him. Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like Saint Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax. Better than before, moreover, he realized wby it was that he hated her. He hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless, because he wanted to go to bed with her and would never do so, because round her sweet supple waist, which seemed to ask you to encircle it with your arm, there wAs only the odious scarlet sash, aggressive symbol of chastity. 

you hate women because you cant get any you incel fuck. ewwww

He disliked nearly all women, and especially the young and pretty ones. It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy. But this particular girl gave him the impression of being more dangerous than most.  

Nineteen Eighty-Four

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