"The program of the Two Minutes Hate
varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure.� He was
the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party's purity.� All subsequent crimes against the Party,
all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching" (p. 13).
"theyll shoot me i dont care theyll
shoot me in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back
of the neck i dont care down with big brother" (p.20).� [One of Winston's rambling diary entries.]
"If there is hope [wrote Winston]
it lies in the proles" (p. 69).
"Under the spreading chestnut tree / I sold you and you sold me: / There lie they, and here lie we /
Under the spreading chestnut tree" (p. 77).�
"Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four.� If that is granted, all else follows" (p.
81). "Winston and Julia clung
together, fascinated.� The music went on and on, minute after minute, with astonishing variations, never
once repeating itself, almost as though the bird were deliberately showing off its virtuosity.� Sometimes
it stopped for a few seconds, spread out and resettled its wings, then swelled its speckled breast and
again burst into song.� Winston watched it with a sort of vague reverence.� For whom, for what, was
that bird singing?� No mate, no rival was watching it.� What made it sit at the edge of the lonely wood
and pour its music into nothingness?"� (p. 125)
"We believe that there is some kind of conspiracy, some kind of secret organization working against
the Party, and that you are involved in it.� We want to join it and work for it.� We are enemies of
the Party.� We disbelieve in the principles of INGSOC.� We are thought-criminals.� We are also adulterers.�
I tell you this because we want to put ourselves at your mercy.� If you want us to incriminate ourselves
in any other way, we are ready" (p. 171).� [Winston to O'Brien, when he and Julia try to join The Brotherhood.]
"'Do anything to me!' he yelled.�
'You've been starving me for weeks. �Finish it off and let me die.� Shoot me.� Hang me.� Sentence me
to twenty-five years.� Is there somebody else you want me to give away?� Just say who it is and I'll
tell you anything you want.� I don't care who it is or what you do to them.� I've got a wife and three
children.� The biggest of them isn't six years old.� You can take the whole lot of them and cut their
throats in front of my eyes, and I'll stand by and watch it.� But not room 101!'"� (p. 240)
"'I am taking trouble with you, Winston,'
[O'Brien] said, 'because you are worth the trouble.� You know perfectly well what is the matter with
you.� You have known it for years, though you have fought against the knowledge.� You are mentally deranged.�
You suffer from a defective memory.� You are unable to remember real events, and you persuade yourself
that you remember other events which never happened.� Fortunately it is curable.� You have never cured
yourself of it, because you did not choose to.� There was a small effort of the will that you were not
ready to make.� Even now, I am well aware, you are clinging to your disease under the impression that
it is a virtue.� Now we will take an example.� At this moment, which power is Oceania at war with?'"�
(p. 249) "He gazed up at the
enormous face.� Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark
mustache.� O cruel, needless misunderstanding!� O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast!�
Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose.� But it was all right, everything was all
right, the struggle was finished.� He had won the victory over himself.� He loved Big Brother" (p. 300).
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