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إدراك المرء لكونه في حالة حرب ومن ثم تتهدده الأخطار يجعل من تسليم كل السلطات لحفنة صغيرة من الناس أمراً طبيعياً وشرطاً محتوماً للبقاء على قيد الحياة

History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.

إلى المستقبل أو الماضي , إلى الزمن الذي يكون فيه الفكر حراً طليقاً , إلى زمن يختلف فيه الأشخاص عن بعضهم البعض ولا يعيش كل منهم في عزلة عن الآخر و إلى زمن تظل الحقيقة فيه قائمة ولا يمكن لأحد أم يمحو ما ينتجه الآخرون . وإليكم , من هذا العصر الذي يعيش فيه الناس متشابهين , متناسخين , لا يختلف الواحد منهم عن الآخر . من عصر العزلة , من عصر الأخ الكبير . من عصر التفكير المزدوج , تحياتي ! "شعر آنداك كأنه في عالم الأموات , وبدا له أنه في هذه اللحظة فقط , لحظة بات فيها قادرا على صياغة أفكاره , قد أتخذ الخطوة الحاسمة . إن عواقب كل عمل تكمن في العمل نفسه , وكتب :"إن جريمة الفكر لا تفضي إلى الموت , إنها الموت نفسه !

2 + 2 = 5

You will see me, where there is no darkness.

What happens to you here is forever.

A lunatic is just a minority of one.

She's beautiful,' he murmured.'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia.'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.

I think I exist. I am conscious of my own identity. I was born, and I shall die. I have arms and legs. I occupy a particular point in space. No other solid object can occupy the same point simultaneously.

I'm thirty-nine years old. I've got a wife that I can't get rid of. I've got varicose veins. I've got five false teeth.

Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth.

Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had one been different?

Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! Not me! Julia! I don't care what you do to her. Tear her face off, strip her to the bones. Not me! Julia! Not me!

Do you realize that the past, starting from yesterday, has been actually abolished? If it survives anywhere, it's in a few solid objects with no words attached to them, like that lump of glass there. Already we know almost literally nothing about the Revolution and the years before the Revolution. Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street and building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the party is always right.

If the Party could thrust its hand into the past and say of this or that event, it never happened—that, surely, was more terrifying than mere torture and death?

I betrayed you.

Listen. The more men you’ve had, the more I love you. Do you understand that? I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.

But the rocks are full of the bones of extinct animals—mammoths and mastodons and enormous reptiles which lived here long before man was ever heard of.