Book: One thousand nine hundred eighty four



Sometimes they would beat him until he could barely stand, then they would take him into a cell and throw him on the stone floor like a sack of potatoes, leave him alone for a couple of hours to come to his senses a little, then take him out again and continue to beat him.
Quote Explanation: The third part of the book, Winston's torture.
№ 465382   Added MegaMozg 01-04-2024 / 04:30
At such moments he was with this lonely, mocked heretic, the only guardian of sanity and truth in a world of lies.
Quote Explanation: We are talking about Goldesten (guardian of sanity), who was an opponent of the ruling party.
№ 442219   Added MegaMozg 16-07-2022 / 09:39
The obvious, the simple, the right needs protection. Obvious truths are true - that's what you need to hold on to! The real world exists, and its laws are immutable. Stone is solid, water is wet, objects that nothing holds are attracted to the center of the Earth.
Quote Explanation: Translation: D. Ivanov, V. Nedoshivin.
№ 437365   Added MegaMozg 02-04-2022 / 09:18
He knew that that red-haired woman from the next cell, day after day, was looking out in the press for the names of the evaporated, that is, declared to have never existed. There is probably no more suitable person for this robot: a couple of years ago, her husband was also evaporated.
№ 434981   Added MegaMozg 27-01-2022 / 10:33
Yes, he is a lonely ghost, preaching a truth that no one will hear. But as long as it resounds from his lips, its continuity is mysteriously preserved. To pass on the legacy of humanity to future generations, it is not necessary to be heard - it is enough not to lose your mind.
№ 434978   Added MegaMozg 27-01-2022 / 10:24
Masking feelings, controlling the face has long been an instinct.
№ 434976   Added MegaMozg 27-01-2022 / 10:18
And clearer than before, he realized what it hates. Because young and pretty and sexless, and that he wants to sleep with her and could never do; for what delicate slim waist, as if created in order to put his arms around her - not his hand, and the scarlet sash, aggressive symbol of chastity.
№ 391591   Added MegaMozg 18-04-2020 / 23:21
"If I could save Julia by doubling my own suffering, I would go for it? he asked himself. And he answered: Yes, I would have gone". Alas, this is just philosophizing. He knew he should answer, and all his determination not more than duty. It is the mind talking and not your heart. Here anything it is impossible to feel, only pain and only pain waiting. And besides, feeling pain, who could ask for anything, it's strengthening? No, to this question he could not answer.
№ 388789   Added MegaMozg 14-03-2020 / 16:18
Everything that surrounded Winston, caused an attack of anger. Has always been? Is it the taste of food has always been so? He looked around the dining room. Close, a crowded room with a low ceiling and walls zameshannye from thousands and thousands of backs and sides. A rickety metal tables and chairs were so tightly that people were touching each other's elbows. Bent spoons, broken trays, coarse white mugs, fatty, embedded in every crack dirt. And the constant sour smell disgusting Gina, bad coffee, burnt roast and unwashed clothes. Always stomach skin - you felt that you took away something that you have every right to. Yes, of course, he didn't remember that life was at least something significantly better. Always his memory was not enough food, everyone had worn socks and underwear, furniture is old and rickety, room - unheated, subway trains - crowded house falling apart, the bread was dark, the tea was the greatest rarity, and coffee taste disgusting, and the cigarettes were not enough. Only was lacking, and everything was very expensive, except for the artificial gene. Of course, it is understandable why, the longer you're taking this harder and harder. But isn't that a sign of abnormality of life if you to the inside sneaks from this disorder and dirt, this perpetual deficit, endless winters, sticky socks, broken elevators, cold water, rough soap, crumbling cigarettes and nasty food? Why it all seems unbearable?
№ 387910   Added MegaMozg 29-02-2020 / 09:50
And then his head appeared almost ready image of a certain comrade Ogilvy, who had recently died heroically in battle. It happened that Big Brother devoted his Order of the Day to the glorification of some humble, ordinary Party member whose life and death served as a worthy example to follow. Even at this time, he will glorify comrade Ogilvy. Of course, no comrade Ogilvy had never existed in nature, but a few lines in the newspaper and a couple of faked photographs would make his existence very real.
№ 387909   Added MegaMozg 29-02-2020 / 09:48
To know and not to know, to have the complete truth and speak carefully fabricated lie, to simultaneously adhere to two contradictory opinions, knowing that they contradict one another, and believe both to turn logic against logic, not to recognize morals and at the same time swear by this morality, to believe that democracy is impossible, and to assert that the Party upholds democracy, to forget everything ordered to forget, and then, if necessary, to re-remember it and, most importantly, to apply this dialectic to the dialectic itself. This was the highest achievement: deliberately impose unconsciousness and then to forget that you were hypnotized. Even to understand the word "doublethink", it was necessary to apply doublethink.
№ 387908   Added MegaMozg 29-02-2020 / 09:46
For whom he writes a diary? he thought again. For the future? For the past? One way or another - for the imaginary world. And he himself waited not death elimination. Diary will turn to ash, and he in pairs. Only the Thought Police read the diary before you destroy these pages and the memory of them. How can we look towards the future when you're not will be gone, won't even anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper?
№ 387907   Added MegaMozg 29-02-2020 / 09:44
They were everywhere - on coins, on stamps, on the covers of books, on banners and posters, even on cigarette packs. Eyes have always seen you as the voice of the monitor was catching up everywhere. So it was night and day when you worked and when you eat, indoors and outdoors, in the bath and in bed - everywhere. There was nowhere to run. You have nothing of his, except that a few cubic centimeters inside your skull.
№ 387906   Added MegaMozg 29-02-2020 / 09:42
It paid, she said, it was camouflage. If you kept the small rules you could break the big.
№ 376017   Added MegaMozg 07-08-2019 / 02:04
Terrible thing made the party: to convince you that by themselves, the feeling, the rush means nothing, and at the same time robbing you of all power over the material world. As soon as you got to her paws, what you felt or did not feel what you do and don't - care. Whatever happened you vanished, and neither you nor your actions were ever heard of again. You pulled out of the flow of the story. But people only two generations ago this would have seemed not so important - they did not try to change history. They were bound by personal ties of loyalty and subjected them to doubt. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value by themselves.
№ 335929   Added MegaMozg 31-07-2018 / 04:04