If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face, forever. The moral to be drawn from this dangerous nightmare situation is a simple one: don’t let it happen. It depends on you.

You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

Under the spreading chestnut treeI sold you and you sold me--

Tutte le cose vecchie, nonché tutte le cose belle, erano sempre vagamente sospette.

It is a horrible thing to have to enter into the detailsof inter-party polemics; it is like diving into a cesspool.

...however much you deny the truth, the truth goes on existing, as it were, behind your back".

Of course he chanted with the rest: it was impossible to dootherwise. To dissemble your feelings, to control your face, todo what everyone else was doing, was an instinctive reaction.

I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.

Then the face of Big Brother faded away again and instead the three slogans of the Party stood out in bold capitals:   WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.