Julia!
Not me!
A vast military buildup has been reported
in the Sahara Desert...
in Sectors 17 and 18 of the war zones.
That is the end of the announcement.
Brother.
On the house.
Thank you for coming.
You are warned to stand by
for an important announcement at 15.:30.
This is news of
the gravest national consequence...
concerning the war with Eurasia.
15.:30.
Are you worried about the African front?
The news is disquieting in the extreme.
l've been worrying about it all day.
lt's not just a question of losing Africa.
For the first time, the territory of Oceania
itself is threatened by invasion.
lt's inconceivable.
lt must have been possible
to outflank them in some way.
l have an instinct.
There's bad news on the way.
l told them all about you.
l'm only thankful they got me
before it was too late.
Yes, l told them about you, too.
Thoughtcrime...
sexcrime, all your treachery.
l have a meeting to go to.
We must meet again.
Yes.
We must meet again.
I accuse myself of the following crimes.:
I have seduced Party members
of both sexes...
I've been to the proletarian areas...
I deliberately contracted syphilis
in order to spread the disease...
to my wife and other Party members.
Together with other agents,
I have counterfeited banknotes...
wrecked industrial machinery,
polluted the water supply...
guided Eurasian rocket bombs
to targets on Airstrip One...
by means of coded radio signals.
I stand here, a victim of the influence
of Emmanuel Goldstein.
Guilty on all counts.
I'm glad I was caught.
I was mentally deranged.
Now I am cured.
I ask only for you to accept
my love of our leader.
I ask only to be shot
while my mind is still clean.
A glorious victory!
A vast, strategic maneuver to outflank...
the Eurasian Forces on the African front
has been successful.
Perfectly coordinated, it has resulted
in the utter rout of the Eurasian Army.
There have been nearly a million prisoners.
It has been an utter rout.
Waiter?
This immense victory brings the war
within measurable distance of its end.
Wonderful news.
I love you.This is our land.
A land of peace and of plenty.
A land of harmony and hope.
This is our land.
Oceania.
These are our people.
The workers, the strivers, the builders.
These are our people.
The builders of our world, struggling...
fighting, bleeding...
dying.
On the streets of our cities
and on the far-flung battlefields.
Fighting against the mutilation
of our hopes and dreams.
Who are they?
Eurasia! Eurasia!
They are the dark armies.
The dark, murdering armies of Eurasia.
In the barren deserts of Africa and India...
on the oceans of Australasia...
courage, strength, and youth are sacrificed.
Sacrificed to barbarians,
whose only honor is atrocity.
But even as we grasp at victory...
there is a cancer, an evil tumor...
growing, spreading in our midst.
Shout, shout...
shout out his name!
Goldstein!
Nothing the Party says is true.
Nothing the Party does is good.
Even the war itself isn't real.
The Party wants you to believe
we are at war...
so as to channel your aggressions
away from their rightful target...
the Party.
Big Brother is not real.
He is pure fiction, created by the Party.
The real rulers of the State...
are unknown, faceless manipulators...
who, because they are not known...
are able to wield power
without let or hindrance.
People of Oceania, you are being duped.
The Party doesn't serve the people,
it serves itself.
We are not at war with Eurasia.
Death! Death! Traitor!
You are being made into obedient...
stupid slaves of the Party.
Open your eyes.
See the evil that is happening to you.
The Party drops bombs on its own citizens.
Traitor!
It is the Party, not the Eurasians,
who are our enemies.
Rise up.
Throw off the yoke.
You have nothing to lose,
and everything to gain.
People of Oceania.
Big, Big, Big....
Innuendo, deleted.
Intransigence, rendered as crime.
Inversion....
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