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...
Back, Day One.
Ref". Times" 14-2-84, Page 3,
Byline 2, should read:
"Miniprod Forecasts Increase
Chocolate Ration, April, 1984...
"from 20 to 25 Grams Per Week."
I confess to spreading the rumor,
on orders from Goldstein...
that the war is not really with Eurasia,
but with Eastasia.
That, for years, in fact since the days
of our glorious Revolution...
I had no faith in our future.
I forged government announcements
and falsified figures...
quoted for agricultural
and industrial production.
As a result of mental disturbance from
my experiences during the atomic wars...
I was a willing subject
of Goldstein's influence.
I was stubborn and egocentric.
When ownlife thoughts occurred to me,
I reveled in them.
I went into the proletarian zones...
I had sex with prostitutes,
I deliberately contracted syphilis.
It was at this time
that I made contact with the Resistance.
I was personally contacted
by the archtraitor, Goldstein...
and ordered to assassinate
certain Inner Party officials.
Bugger!
This I did.
My agents forged documents
and gained entry into the Ministry...
"Thought crime is death.
"Thought crime does not entail death.
"Thought crime is death.
"I have committed,
even before setting pen to paper...
"the essential crime
that contains all others in itself. "
I have spent many hours
of my free time, encouraging my agents...
to deface Party posters
and hoarding announcements.
I read and memorized Goldstein's book.
For 30 years,
I have plotted to bring down the Party.
I was sick in mind and body.
Together with my colleagues,
Aaronson and Rutherford...
I did counterfeit
important Party documents...
including ex-London permits
and travel passes.
And that by use of these documents...
my agents traveled freely
throughout Airstrip One...
encouraging insurrection
and organizing a massive counterplot...
to destroy the innermost faction
of the Oceanian leadership.
Furthermore...
I used my position of privilege
within the Inner Party...
to pervert and betray the truth at all times...
and to suggest, wherever possible,
that our traditional allies in Eastasia...
were in fact, our deadly enemies.
"April the 4th, 1984. "
In my position as Chief Factory Planner...
"I think..."
I stole military plans...
and, at vast financial profit,
sold them to the Eurasian leadership.
"...to the past...
"or to the future...
"to an age when thought is free.
"From the age of Big Brother...
"from the age of the Thought Police...
"from a dead man...
"greetings!"
30-to-40 group, take your places, please.
Right, let's see which one of us
can touch his toes.
Right over from the hips,
brothers and sisters, please.
One, two.
Smith? 6079, Smith, W.?
Yes, you.
Bend lower.
You're not trying. Watch me.
There, brother. That's what I want.
Anyone under 45 is perfectly
capable of touching his toes.
I'm 39, and I've had four children.
We don't all have the privilege
of fighting in the front line.
Remember our boys on the Malabar Front.
Just think what they have to put up with.
Production of water-heaters
is up 1.5 percent.
Switchgear, 4.5 percent.
Electrical wiring, 10 percent.
Cigarettes, 18 percent.
Bricks, 3 percent.
Morning, Smith.
Parsons.
Heard the rumor?
No. Good news, is it?
I should say so, yes.
Choco rations going up.
Really?
Twenty-five grams next week.
Doubleplus good.
Speakwrites, 14 percent.
Vibra-aging castings, 9 percent.
By the way, Smith, I seem to have run out
of razor blades for some reason.
You wouldn't happen to have any spare,
would you?
I'm sorry, brother. I'm on the last one.
Bandages, 9 percent.
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