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persuade me that you can see five,
or really to see them?
Really to see them.
Again.
How many, Winston?
l don't know.
Better.
No one escapes, Winston.
There are no martyrs here.
All the confessions made here are true.
We do not destroy the heretic
because he resists us.
As long as he resists us,
we never destroy him.
We make him one of ourselves
before we kill him.
We make his brain perfect
before we blow it out.
And then...
when there is nothing left
but sorrow and love of Big Brother...
we shall lift you clean out of history.
We shall turn you into gas
and pour you into the stratosphere.
Nothing will remain of you.
Not a name in a register.
Not a memory in a living brain.
You will be annihilated in the past,
as well as in the future.
Three thousand.
This time it won't hurt you.
Before we bring this session to an end...
l want you to ask me your questions.
l want you to clear your mind.
Julia.
She betrayed you, Winston...
immediately, unreservedly.
All her rebellion, deceit,
folly, dirty-mindedness...
has been turned out of her.
Does Big Brother exist?
Of course.
The same way as me?
You do not exist.
You've not asked me the question
that is uppermost in your mind.
You know what is in Room 101 .
Everyone knows what's in Room 101 .
Now...
fix your eyes on mine.
What country is Oceania at war with?
I don't remember.
Oceania is at war with Eastasia.
Do you remember that now?
Yes.
How many fingers am I holding up?
Five.
You see, at least, that it is possible.
You've understood the reality of the past...
and of the present.
Now for the future.
A question:
''How does one man
assert power over another?''
By making him suffer.
Exactly. Obedience is not enough.
Power is inflicting pain and humiliation.
Otherwise, you cannot be sure.
Power is tearing human minds apart...
and putting them together again
in new shapes of your own choosing.
Power is not a means, it is an end.
ln our world, there will only be triumph
and self-abasement.
Everything else, we shall destroy.
The past is forbidden. Why?
Because when we can cut man
from his own past...
then we can cut him from his family,
his children, other men.
There is no loyalty,
except loyalty to the Party.
There is no love, except love of Big Brother.
All competing pleasures, we will destroy.
lf you want a vision of the future, imagine...
a boot stamping on a human face forever.
You are thinking
that my face is old and tired...
that while l talk of power...
l'm unable to prevent
the decay of my own body.
But the individual is only a cell.
And the weariness of the cell
is the vigor of the organism.
-You'll fail.
-Why?
lt's impossible.
Hatred, the fear of life.
Why is hate less vital than love?
l don't know.
But somehow you'll fail.
Something will defeat you.
Life will defeat you.
We control life at all levels.
We create human nature.
Men are infinitely malleable.
Or perhaps you've returned to your old idea
that the proletarians will arise.
Put it out of your mind.
They are helpless animals.
Humanity is the body.
l don't care. ln the end, they'll beat you.
Sooner or later, they'll tear you to pieces.
On what evidence?
Goldstein's book.
l wrote it.
Or, at least, l collaborated in writing it.
No book is individually produced,
as you know.
l just believe it.
l know you'll fail.
Something in this world...
some spirit you will never overcome....
What is it, this principle?
l don't know.
The spirit of man.
And do you consider yourself a man?
Yes.
lf you are a man, you're the last man.
Your kind is extinct.
We are the inheritors.
Do you understand that you are alone?
You are outside history.
You unexist.
Get up.
Come here.
Look at you.
You're rotting away.
That is the last man.
lf you are human, that is humanity.
lt will not last forever.
You can escape from it
whenever you choose.
Everything depends on you.
You did it.
You reduced me to this.
No, Winston.
You
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