1984

Book 3 Chapter 4 - Surrender "He accepted everything. The past was alterable. The past had never been altered. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia. Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford were guilty of the crimes they were charged with. He had never seen the photograph that disproved their guilt. It had never existed; he had invented it. He remembered remembering contrary things, but those were false memories, products of self deception. How easy it all was! Only surrender, and everything else followed. It was swimming agaisnt a current that swept you backwards however hard you struggled, and then suddenly deciding to turn round and go with the current instead of opposing it. Nothing had changed except your own attitude. "  (page 228-229)      At this point of the book, Winston has given into the Party's wishes. He has accepted everything. He says that Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford have always been guilty and the P...

Book 3 Chapter 1 - Torture " "Do anything to me!" he yelled. "You've been starving me for weeks. Finish it off and let me die. Shoot me. Hang me. Sentence me to twenty-five years. Is there somebody else you want me to give away? Just say who it is and I’ll tell you anything you want. I don't care who it is or what you do to them. I've got a wife and three children. The biggest of them isn't six years old. You can take the whole lot of them and cut their throats in front of my eyes, and I'll stand by and watch it. But not Room 101!" "  (page 24)      Winston is in a cell with six other people, including the skull-faced man and the chinless man. The guards had been very forceful and aggressive with the chinless man that they even attacked him in the cell. This obviously wouldn't be the first nor last time they would do something like this. The skull-faced man was dying from starvation. When one of the guards was going t...

Book 2 Chapter 7 - Human Emotion "Whatever happened you vanished, and neither you nor your actions were ever heard of again. You were lifted clean out of the stream of history.  And yet to the people of only two generations ago this would not have seemed all-important, because they were not attempting to alter history. They were governed by private loyalties which they did not question. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. Proles, it suddenly occurred to him, had remained in this condition. They were not loyal to a party or a country or an idea, they were loyal to one another. For the first time in his life he did not despise the proles or think of them merely as an inert force which would one day spring to life and regenerate the world. The proles had stayed human. They had not become hardened inside. They had held on to the primitive emotions which he...