per cent
over the last year.
All over Oceania, spontaneous
demonstrations of Party workers
have been voicing their gratitude and joy.
In honour of this massive overfulfilment
of the ninth Three-Year Plan,
it has been announced that the chocolate
ration is to be increased to 25g per week.
(Winston) lf there is hope,
it lies in the proles.
If they were conscious of their strength,
they would have no need to conspire.
History does not matter to them.
(cheering)
It was three years ago,
on a dark evening,
easy to slip the patrols,
and I'd gone into the proletarian areas.
There was no one else in the street
and no telescreens.
Two dollars.
She said "Two dollars. "
So I went with her.
She had a young face, painted very thick.
It was really the paint
that appealed to me -
the whiteness of it, like a mask,
and the bright red lips.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
There were no preliminaries.
Standing there with the scent
of dead insects and cheap perfume,
I went ahead and did it just the same.
Rutherford Unperson, substitute Ogilvy.
Ogilvy biog, details as follows.
War hero, recently killed Malabar front.
Today awarded posthumous
Order of Conspicuous Merit 2nd class.
(man) I accuse myself of sabotage,
embezzlement of Party funds,
sale of military secrets, of being
in the pay of the government of Eurasia,
of being a sexual pervert
and a thought criminal.
I exploited my position at the Ministry
of Peace to mislead our allies in Eastasia,
and also to corrupt youth by means
of seditious literature and drugs.
I am guilty on all counts. I stand here,
a victim of the influence of Emmanuel...
(Winston) Under the spreading
chestnut tree, I sold you, you sold me.
And I ask only for you to accept
my love of our leader.
(distant explosions)
(chatter)
(distant explosions)
Can I help you?
Anything special?
- I was here before.
- Ah.
- Razor blades.
- Ah-hah.
- You sold me the notebook.
- Yes. Yes.
Please, look round. Hm?
Ah.
What's this?
It's a beautiful thing.
It's over a hundred years old.
Cost you four dollars.
There's another room upstairs
that you might like to see.
Yes. There's not much in it,
just a few things.
My woman's dead.
I'm just trying to sell the furniture.
It's a beautiful bed,
if you can get the bugs out of it.
(bomb dropping)
Interested in old prints at all?
The frame's fixed to the wall
but I could unscrew it.
How did this escape?
I know what it is.
It's the museum
in the street outside the Palace of Justice.
Oranges and lemons
say the bells of St Clement's.
What was that?
Something old.
(announcer) War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.
A triumph of willpower over the orgasm.
At a rally of the Anti-Sex League
in Victory Square
held to celebrate a 50 per cent decrease
in civil marriages,
over 10,000 Party women
took a vow of celibacy
and pledged themselves as vessels...
I hate her. I should kill her
before she denounces me.
I have disliked her
from the first moment of seeing her.
(announcer)
Sector 43.' 929 male, 753 female.
Sector 44.' 437 male, 609 female.
(cries out)
- Are you hurt?
- Oh, it's nothing.
It's my arm. I'll be all right in a second.
Brother, could you?
- Are you all right?
- It's nothing.
I only gave my wrist a bit of a bang.
Thank you, brother.
Who is she?
All I know is that
she works in the Porno Section,
probably on the
proletarian novel-writing machines.
(cheering)
- Mrs Parsons, a spanner?
- Under the sink, beside you.
(coughs)
Thank you, brother.
I wouldn't have had to bother you,
but my husband's out late -