He was clear, cold day in April and have been thirteen hours. Winston Smith has had his chin buried in his breast in order to escape the toxic wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. On the one hand, he was nailed to the wall color, the interior construction of the poster too. It depicted simply an enormous, more than a meter wide face: the face of a man of about forty, with a bushy black mustache and a sharply defined, ruggedly handsome features. Winston he went for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and now the electric current in the daylight hours odklapljali. This is part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was in the seventh floor, and Winston, who was nine and his varicose ulcer above his right ankle, was walking slowly, resting several times on the way. In each floor, opposite the lift shaft wall staring at the poster with the enormous face. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. "Big Brother is watching you", the caption beneath it. In the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of numbers that have had something to do with the production of pig iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. Device (called to be picked) was dimmed, but shutting it off completely. He went to the window: a smallish, frail figure, which leanness is emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the Party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold winter that has just ended. Outside, he looked cold even through the shut window. Down in the street the wind swirls dust sukali and pieces of paper and although the sun was shining and the sky was blue, there seemed to be no color anywhere else in the posters that were plastered everywhere. With black face gazed down from every commanding corner. One is hung on the facade of the house immediately opposite. "Big Brother is watching you," the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston. Down at the road, another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, row, and uncovering the single word masking Angsoc. Far behind the helicopter down between the roofs, for a moment hung in the air as dragonfly and curve then run again. It was a police patrol, snooping is the windows. Patrols were however not mattered. Edinole the Thought Police mattered. Winston back to the telescreen was still čenčal of raw iron and the overfulfillment triletko ninth. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound, louder than a whisper, which was caused by Winston, is picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained in the field of vision, which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen and heard. Of course it was impossible to know whether this is observed at a given moment. About how often and on what system the Thought Police plugged in or that the transmitter, you can only guess. You had to live - did live, from habit that became instinct - in the assumption that each noise tapped to do it, and watch - except in the dark - your every move. Winston turned his back telescreen. It was safer, though it was, as he well knew, even back can be treacherous. A kilometer away the Ministry of Truth, topping lift, his workplace, vast and white above the grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste, it is London, the capital Airstripa One, a third of the province population density in Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. They have always stood on this kind of rotting nineteenth century houses whose walls are supported by wooden logs, windows patched with cardboard and corrugated iron roof, a safety net is hung on all sides? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willow Mon heaps of rubble, and the places where the bombs devastated major areas in which they grew colonies stained wooden huts Kurnik like? In vain, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible. Ministry of Truth - Minitrue in Newspeak - was startlingly distinct from any other object. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, terraced burned up, three hundred meters into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read the three slogans of the party who were in elegant lettering on its white facade: "War is Peace" "Freedom is slavery" "Ignorance is Strength" Ministry of truth is contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level and an appropriate number below. According to London have been just three other buildings of similar shape and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all three at once. Their names in Newspeak: Minitrue, minimizes, and Miniob Miniljub. Ministry of Love was really frightening. Windows on it at all there was. Winston has never been in the Ministry of Love, but also in its neighborhood within a radius of half a kilometer of it. You can get there only on official business, but even then it was necessary to penetrate through a maze of barbed wire, steel doors, and hidden machine gun nests. Even the streets leading to its outer barriers were slaughtered guards in black uniforms with their faces gorillas, armed with batons. Winston turned round abruptly. He had set his features into an expression of quiet optimism which it was advisable to wear when facing the telescreen. He crossed the room in a small kitchen. When he had gone at that hour of the Ministry, has sacrificed his lunch in the canteen and was unaware that the kitchen is no food, except a piece of black bread, but it should be saved for tomorrow's breakfast. The police took a bottle of colorless liquid with a plain white label marked Victory Gin. She gave off a sickly, oily smell, as of Chinese rice spirit. Winston has poured a cup of tea close to be prepared for the shock, and gulped it down like medicine. His face turned scarlet and the water ran from his eyes. The stuff was like nitric acid, even more, when you swallow, you had the feeling that with a rubber hit on the crown. However, the fire in his belly died down and the next moment the world began to look more cheerful. He took a cigarette from the crumpled packet marked Victory Cigarettes and incautiously held it upright, whereupon the tobacco fell to the floor. The next he was more successful. He returned to the living room and sat at a small table that stood to the left of the screen. From the table drawer he took pen, ink bottle and a thick, quarto blank book with a red back and hard cover. For some reason the telescreen in the living room in an unusual position. Instead of making it, as usual, on the back wall, where it could command the whole room was on the long wall opposite the window. Next to it was a shallow alcove in which Winston was now sitting, and that was when the flats were built, probably for the bookshelves. If Winston sat in a niche and is strongly leaning back, at least was able to remain outside the visual screen. Of course it could be heard, but so long as he stayed in his present position, it can not be seen. It was partly the unusual geography of the room suggested to him, which is now about to do. But it has also been suggested by the book that he had just taken out of the drawer. It was a peculiarly beautiful book. Its smooth creamy paper, a little yellowed by age, was of a type that is already at least forty years are produced. However, it can be assumed that the book was much older. I saw him lying in the dirty window in a small starinarne infamous urban areas (which is actually a quarter was not now remember) and it immediately took an insurmountable desire to possess it. Party members do not walk into ordinary shops (dealing with the free market, as it was called), but this rule was not strictly kept, because there were people available to various things such as shoelaces and razor blades, which are another way could not be obtained. A quick glance down the street is up and down, and slipped inside for two and a half dollar bought the book. At the time he was not conscious of wanting it for any particular purpose. The guilt you took the briefcase home. The mere fact that he had, although it was not written anything, he is compromising. Just preparing for that to open a diary. It was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there was no more laws), but if detected it would certainly have been punished by death or at least Twenty-five years of forced labor camps. Winston fitted a nib into the holder and the supernatant sucked off. The pen was an archaic instrument, even for rarely need the signatures, he has furnish you, simply because he felt that the beautiful creamy paper deserved to write it with the right pen, not pencil čečkaš with ink. In fact, he was not used to writing by hand. Apart from very short notes, it was usual to dictate everything in narekovalnik, but this was of course impossible. Aid the pen in ink and then hesitated for a moment. Srh by spreletel. To mark the paper was an act which constitutes the decision. In small letters he wrote cumbersome: 4th April 1984 He leaned back. The feeling of complete helplessness by the cover. There was no certainty that this is true year of the 1984th For whom, it suddenly occurred to me, but writing this blog? For the future, for the unborn His thoughts for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, then hit the floor in Newspeak - dvomišljenje. For the first time understood the importance of their venture. How is it possible to communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. The future will resemble the present, and in this case it would not listen, or it would be different from her, and his predicament would be meaningless. For some time he sat gazing stupidly at the paper. The telescreen had changed over to strident military music. It was curious that he not only lost the power to express, but even to have forgotten what was originally intended to say at all. For several weeks preparing for this moment, and it never occurred to me not to be needed for anything other than courage. Writing would be easy. All he had to do was to transfer to paper the interminable restless monologue that has been literally years and years inside his head. This moment, however, even the monologue had dried up. Moreover his varicose ulcer had begun itching unbearably. He did not dare by popraskati, because if he did, he is still caught fire. Seconds ticked past Sat. He knew nothing except the blankness of the front of itching of the ankle, the blaring music and a slight okajenosti, caused by the gin. Suddenly he began writing a panic, knowing only half of what it says. His small but childish handwriting scribbling up and down on paper first izpuščajoč capitalization, punctuation and then also: 4th April 1984. Yesterday at the cinema. War films themselves. One very good on a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. helicopter then threw a grenade on them 20 kilsko terrific flash and the boat turned into cod. it was a wonderful scene with baby hand that flies straight up up up into the air a helicopter with a camera in the bow had to follow it up and there was much applause of party seats with a woman at the headquarters of the Raja was created and launched tulila cry and that this should not be to show the child that is not also not before the child is not until a police threw out threw out that I do not believe what happened to her nobody cares nothing what he says paradise rather typical reaction they never - Winston stopped writing, partly because he was suffering from cramp. He did not know what it is prepared to the fact that pour out this stream of rubbish. But the curious thing was that he was meant to head izčistil completely different memory, and this to such an extent that it almost felt capable of writing it down. Because of this second event, it is now realized, was now suddenly decided to come home and begin the diary. It happened this morning at the Ministry, if some unspecified things so you can say that to happen. It was nearly eleven hundred, and in the Records Department, where Winston worked, they were dragging the chairs out of the compartment and install them in the center of the hall opposite the big telescreen, in preparation for the Two Minutes Hate. Winston is also the seat in its own space in one from the middle rows when they unexpectedly entered the room two people, male and female, which is seemingly familiar, but had never talked with them. That girl has already met several times in the corridors. He did not know her name, but he knew that she worked in the Fiction Department. I guess she performed some mechanical job on one machine to write novels, because it is often seen with oily hands and a screwdriver. Appears to be daring, be it about twenty years, she had thick hair, freckled face and her movements were swift and sports. A narrow purple band, the emblem of the Junior Anti Sex League, was wound several times round the waist of her overalls, just tightly enough to oblino emphasized her hips. Winston has been annoying at first glance. He knew why. It was the atmosphere of hockey fields and cold baths and community hikes and general clean opinion, which seemed to carry about with them. He disliked nearly all women, especially the young and beautiful. They have always been women, and especially young women, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, raznašalke slogans, the amateur spies and razkrivalke unorthodoxy. This girl but it is especially arouse the impression that it is more dangerous than most. Once they passed in the hallway, he quickly bending sideways glance which seemed to pierce right into the interior, and more for a moment had filled him with black terror. The idea had even that can be an agent of the Thought Police. This was really quite amazing. Still, he came over again and again to feel a peculiar uneasiness, which was mixed up with fear and hostility, whenever she was anywhere near him. The other was a man named O'Brien, an Inner Party member who has had so important and remote that Winston had only a dim idea of what means. Among people per seat for a moment hush when they saw the black overalls is an Inner Party member. O'Brien was a big, burly man with a neck and a coarse, humorous, brutal face. Despite the dreadful appearance he had in his behavior a certain charm. He had the habit his spectacles on his nose which was curiously disarming, and in some indefinable way, curiously civilized. This was a gesture that might be - if anyone still thought in those terms - recalled an eighteenth-century nobleman offering his dose by snuff. Winston had seen O'Brien perhaps a dozen times in as many years. He felt deeply drawn to him, not only because he was intrigued by the contrast between O'Brien urbane manner and professional boxing. Much more of a secretly held belief - or perhaps not even a belief, merely a hope - that O'Brien's political orthodoxy was not perfect. Something in his face suggested it irresistibly. And again, maybe it was not even unorthodoxy that what was written in his face, but was simply intelligence. Anyway, calling it the appearance of human beings that you could talk to if somehow you could cheat the telescreen and get him on the spot. Winston has never even make the smallest effort to do so. At this moment O'Brien glanced at his watch, saw that it was nearly eleven hundred, and evidently decided to stay in the Records Department until the Two Minutes Hate. He sat on a chair in the same row as Winston, a couple of places away. Small red-haired woman who worked in the next cubicle to Winston was between them. Girl with dark hair was sitting immediately behind. The next moment he burst from the big telescreen at the end of the room a hideous, grinding squealing as they came from the huge machine running without oil. It was a noise, at which the zaskominali teeth and bristled the hair at the nape of the neck. The Hate had started. As usual, the screen flashed on the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, Enemy of the People. Among the crowd is here and there završalo. Little Redhead gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust. Goldstein was the renegade and the deserter, who was once, long ago (how long, nobody quite remembered), one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with Big Brother himself, then he attended the counter-revolutionary activities and was sentenced to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared. Two Minutes Hate varied program every day was different, but in all it was a central figure of Goldstein. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party of purity. All subsequent crimes against the Party, all the treachery, sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly from his teachings. Somewhere, he was still alive and hatching his conspiracies: perhaps beyond the sea where, under the protection of their foreign paymasters, perhaps even - so it was occasionally rumored - in some hiding place in Oceania itself. Winston had fallen thick. He could never see the face of Goldstein without a painful mixture of emotions. It was a lean Jewish face, with a great fuzzy aureole of white hair and a small goatee beard - a clever face, and yet somehow inherently despicable, with a kind of senile silliness in the long, narrow nose, which eventually bore glasses. It resembled the face of a sheep, and the voice was a sheep. Goldstein has vomited his usual venomous attack upon the doctrines of the Party - an attack that was so exaggerated and perverse that may be overlooked by the children, but plausible enough to fill one with an alarmed feeling that other, less rational than you, can be deceptive. Big Brother is offended, attacked the dictatorship of the Party, demanding the immediate conclusion of peace with Eurasia, he was advocating freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom of assembly, freedom of thought, he was crying hysterically that the revolution had been betrayed - and all with quick, mnogozložno speech which was a sort of parody of the traditional style of party speakers, and even contained Newspeak words from, in fact, the words of Newspeak was more than any Party member would normally use in everyday life. Meanwhile, it should be in any doubt about what Goldstein lip service to its head marched the endless columns of the Eurasian army - row after row of solid man with brezizraznimi aziatskimi faces, who swam to the surface of the screen and vanished, to be replaced by new, exactly similar. The dull rhythmic tramp of military boots formed the background to Goldstein beketajočemu voice. Hate had proceeded for thirty seconds when half the people in the room started to escape uncontrollable exclamations of rage. He was the object of hatred more constant than either Eurasia or Eastasia, since when Oceania was at war with one of these Powers it was generally at peace with another. Although Goldstein was hated and despised by all, although every day and a thousand times a day in the stands, telescreen, in books and newspapers reject doctrines, kill, funny, and the general gaze razkazovali pathetic rubbish that they were true - but the wonder, despite all this seemed to be his influence never decreases. Always there were fresh dupes who were waiting to be seduced by him. A day never passed when the Thought Police would not unmasked and saboterjev spies who worked under his directions. He was commander of a vast shadowy army, an underground network of conspirators, who have vowed that they made an coup d'Etat. Apparently it was called the Brotherhood. It was also rumored a terrible book, a compendium of all heresies, of which Goldstein was the author and which circulated clandestinely here and there. The book is not a title. People referred to it, if at all, just books. But such things were known only through vague rumors. Neither the Brotherhood nor the book was a subject which should ordinary Party member would mention if there was a way of avoiding it. In the second minute the Hate rose to a frenzy. People were leaping up and down in their places and shouting loudly as they could in the effort to drown in the madness tirajoči, beketavi voice that came from the screen. Little Redhead is purple red, her mouth was opening and closure as fish on dry land. Even O'Brien's face was flushed eclipses. He sat very straight in his chair, his mighty chest Tensioners and twitched, as though the assault waves. Dark hair girl behind Winston had begun crying out 'Swine! Pig! Pig! "And suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen. It struck Goldstein nose and bounced off the voice continued inexorably. In a lucid moment Winston realized that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his chair. The most horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that I have had a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining. Within thirty seconds any pretense was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow over the whole group of people like an electric current and change anyone, even against his will into a grimacing, squeaky crazy. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of the lamps. Thus, at one moment Winston hatred was not turned against Goldstein, but also wrong, against the Party, against Big Brother and the Thought Police, and at such moments his heart went out to the lonely, derided heretic on the screen, sole guardian of truth and sanity in a world of lies. However, the very next moment, the one with the people around you and everything that was said of Goldstein seemed to him really. In those moments his secret loathing of Big Brother changed into adoration, and he felt that Big Brother is elevated, invincible, fearless protector, like a rock against Asian Bunch, and Goldstein, in spite of his loneliness, helplessness and doubt that hung about his very existence, seemed like some sinister enchanter, capable by the mere power of his voice of wrecking the structure of civilization. In some moments it was possible to hate even a conscious shift in this or that direction. Suddenly, the sort of violent effort with which one night odtrgaš head from the pillow in a nightmare, Winston succeeded in transferring his hatred of the girl with dark hair behind. Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his brain. Up to flog to death with a truncheon. Would tie her naked to a stake and full of arrows like Saint Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut the throat moment of climax. Moreover, it is better now than before he knew why he hates it. He hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless, because he wanted to go to bed with her and would never do so, because round her sweet, flexible band, which seemed to ask that you embrace it, just the odious scarlet sash, aggressive symbol of chastity. Hostility reached its peak. Goldstein's voice became law beketanje sheep and face for a moment turned into a sheep. Then the sheep-face melted into the figure of a Eurasian soldier who seemed to be approaching, a huge and terrifying, his submachine gun was drdrala and it appeared that out of the surface of the screen, so that some people in the first types reduced to their seats. In the same moment, and this is everyone izvilo deep sigh of relief, the hostile figure melted into the face of Big Brother, haired, black mustache, full of power and mysterious calm, and so vast that it almost filled the screen. Nobody heard what Big Brother was saying. It was only a few words of encouragement, the sort of words that are in the battle hrumu izrečeš that are not distinguishable individually but influenced by confidence by the fact that they are spoken. Then the face of Big Brother faded away again, and instead try to pinpoint the three slogans of the Party, in bold letters: "War is Peace" "Freedom is slavery" "Ignorance is Strength" But it seemed the face of Big Brother persist for several seconds on the screen as if the impression it had made on everyone's eyes are too alive, that it could be easily erased. Little redhead had flung herself forward over the chair in front of them rely. With a tremulous murmur that sounded like 'My Saviour! "She extended her arms towards the screen. Then she buried her face in her hands. Obviously, praying. At this moment the entire group of people broke into a deep, slow, rhythmic chant of 'BB! ... BB! ... BB! ... "Again and again, very slowly, with a long pause between the V and B - a heavy, mrmrajoč, somehow curiously savage noise in the background of which it seemed that the power to hear the tramp of bare feet and hit tamtama. It took maybe thirty seconds. It was a refrain that was often heard in moments of overwhelming emotion. Partly it was a kind of hymn to the wisdom and majesty of Big Brother, but even more it was an act of self-hypnosis, liberating drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise. Winston seemed to freezing entries. Two Minutes Hate he could not help sharing in the general delirium, but this inhuman chanting of "BB! ... BB! 'Always filled him with horror. Of course he chanted with the others it was impossible to do otherwise. Concealing emotions, control your face, do what they were doing another, it was instinctive reaction. But a few seconds during which the expression of his eyes might conceivably have betrayed him. And just at this moment that the significant thing happened - if it did happen. For a moment he caught sight O'Brien. O'Brien has been raised. You took off his glasses and was it just you natikal again on his nose with his characteristic gesture. But for a fraction of a second when their eyes met, and in that moment when it happened, Winston knew - yes, he knew - that O'Brien thinks just like him. Unmistakable message was delivered. It was as though their spirits are opened and the thoughts were flowing from one to another through the eyes. "I'm with you", he seemed to say O'Brien. "I know exactly how you feel." "I know all about your contempt, your hatred and disgust." "But do not worry, I'm on your side." And then the flash of intelligence was gone, and O'Brien's face was as unfathomable as any other faces. That was all and he was already uncertain whether it had happened. Such incidents never had any sequel. Only achieve this, he maintained that his conviction or hope that others besides himself were the enemies of the Party. Maybe the rumors of vast underground conspiracy is true - perhaps the Brotherhood actually exists. Despite the endless arrests and confessions and executions could not be certain that the Brotherhood or not a myth. Sometimes he believed in it, sometimes not. There was no evidence, only fleeting glimpses that might mean anything or nothing: snatches of overheard conversations, small Scribble on the walls of toilets - sometimes even when the two met a stranger - a small movement of the hand, which seemed to be was a signal of recognition. All of this was guesswork: very likely he had imagined everything. He went back to his cubicle without looking at O'Brien. The idea of following up their momentary contact hardly crossed his mind. It would have been inconceivably dangerous even if he had known how to set about doing it. For the moment, the two exchanged an equivocal glance, and that was the end of the story. But this was the event that you were worth remembering in the locked loneliness in which one had to live. Winston woke up and sat up. Rignil it. Gin he was rising from the stomach. The focus is to look at the paper. He discovered that while he sat helplessly musing, almost automatically also wrote. And it was no longer the same cramped, awkward handwriting as before. His pen is lustfully sliding over the smooth paper and with large, beautiful characters printing - "Down with Big Brother" "Down with Big Brother" "Down with Big Brother" "Down with Big Brother" "Down with Big Brother" "Down with Big Brother "over and over again, filling half a page. It is not something you could not push the panic was felt. This was absurd, since the writing of those words was not more dangerous than that began the diary, but for the moment he was tempted to rip my spoiled and abandon the enterprise altogether. However, this is not done, because he knew that it was useless. However, it was completely, or he wrote "Down with Big Brother", or has this refrain. The Thought Police would get him just the same. He had - and would also be guilty if he had never set pen to paper - the essential crime that contained all others in itself. They called it a thought crime. Thought crime is a thing that it should be concealed for ever. You have successfully may be slated for a short time, perhaps for years, but sooner or later they are getting. It always happened at night, all the arrests invariably happened at night. A sudden jolt during sleep, the rough hand shaking my shoulder, the lights glaring in your eyes, the ring of hard faces round the bed. In most cases there was no trial, no reports of the arrest. People simply disappeared, always during the night. Your name was removed from the registers, every record of his activities are deleted, its former existence was denied and then forgotten. Were abolished, annihilated: vaporized was the usual term. For a moment he was seized by a kind of hysteria. He began to write fast, unreadable Scribble: shoot me shoot me they will care about me in the neck, they will care about me down with big brother always get shot in the neck, I do not care down with big brother - Ashampoo slightly leaned back and laid down his pen. The next moment he started violently. Knock on the door. Already! He sat quietly as a mouse, in the futile hope that whoever is already gone after a single attempt. But no, the knocking was repeated. Worst of all would be to delay. His heart was thumping like a drum but his face was probably due to long work facelift. He got up and moved heavily towards the door. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he noticed that the book left open on the table. "Down with Big Brother" was written vsevprek with such large letters that were legible, almost across the room. How inconceivably stupid, it was what he had done. However, despite preplahu he knew that would not be liked by popackati creamy paper that would close the book until the ink is still wet. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Right now it is wrapped in a warm wave of relief. Appearance colorless broken woman, and Zoran sršečih facial hair was standing outside. "Oh, mate," came the sad, whining voice, "I thought that I heard you come." "Would you be able to come and look at our kitchen sink?" "Stopper is and -" She was Mrs Parsons, the wife of a neighbor from the same floor. (The term "Mrs." The party did not approve - everyone had to be called "mate" - but in some women it is used instinctively.) She was a woman about thirty years, but he seemed much older. Raise any impression is that it lies within the folds of the face powder. Winston followed her down the hall. Such amateur repairs are almost a daily nuisance. Victory Mansions were old building, built in 1930 or around then, and the parachute. Plasterer steadily crumbles from walls and ceilings, pipes are in any serious cups cold, the roof is leaking, whenever snow falls, the heating devices are normally only work in half when not on economic grounds at all excluded. Repairs, except those which can be done alone, was carried out by special committees, which are even able to delay the insertion of window panes for two years. "Of course this is only because Tom is not home," said Mrs Parsons vaguely. Parsonsovo apartment was bigger than Winston, and neglected by other means. All had broken, trampled look like the apartment just visited a big, wild animal. Sports equipment, hockey sticks, boxing gloves, cheap soccer ball, a pair of inverted sweaty shorts - Cross were lying on the floor, the table was the pile of dirty dishes and dog-ears carnet. On the walls hung red banners of the Union of Youth and spies, and a giant poster of Big Brother. And throughout the building there is the smell of boiled cabbage, but dominated by the pungent smell of sweat, which - it was clear from the first inhalation, although it was hard to tell how - the sweat of someone who at this moment was not present . In another room someone with a comb and a piece of toilet paper tried to catch the melody of military marches by the telescreen was still broadcast. "These are children, 'said Mrs. Parsons, and half turned toward the door with fear. "We were not outside." "And of course ..." She had a habit in the middle of the strike breakers. Kitchen sink was full nearly to the edge of disgusting, greenish water which smelt worse than cabbage. Winston knelt down and examined the knee on the tube. I hate it worked with their hands and reluctantly he bent, because it always causes coughing. Mrs. Parsons was helpless watching him. "Of course, Tom immediately editor, he would be home," she said. "He loves that stuff." "Yes, Tom is very smart for such things." Parsons was Winston colleague in the Ministry of Truth. He was obese, a brisk man, amazingly stupid, Mount bebavega enthusiasm - one of those completely nevprašujočih surrendered garačev, where more than for the Thought Police underpin the strength of the Party. For thirty-five years has just been removed against their will from the Union of Youth and before he was promoted to the League of Youth, Spies was in one year longer than is the case in the statute. The Ministry has been busy on some weak point, which did not require intelligence, on the other hand, was a leading figure in the Sports Committee and other committees that have dealt with the organization of group trips, spontaneous demonstrations, savings campaigns, and voluntary actions in general. With quiet pride you messages, while the blowers from the tap that for four years and shows every night in the municipal center. Almighty smell of sweat, a sort of unconscious testimony to the zeal of his life, followed him wherever he went, and remained for him even after he is gone. "You have a screw driver?" Winston said, and played with the queen at the knee tube. "You know, I do not know." "Maybe kids -" Listed are the sound of boots and re-blast on the comb, when children come into the living room. Mrs Parsons brought a screwdriver. Winston the water and let the ball away disgusted female hair, which was being closed down the drain. As far as ever he could, he has taken out of cold tap water to cleanse his fingers and returned to another room. "Hands up!" Wild voice exclaimed. Devetleten beautiful appearance is a tough boy peeping from under the table and threatened him with an automatic gun - a toy, while his sister, about two years younger, doing the same with a piece of wood. Both were dressed in blue shorts, black shirts and red scarves, which was the uniform of the spies. Winston raised his hands above his head, but with unpleasant feelings, because it was so bad guys voice that was not all play together. "You traitor!" Shouted the boy. "Thought criminal!" "Eurasian spy!" "I shot this, I will evaporate, I will send the salt mines!" Suddenly they are both bouncing around and screaming "Traitor!" And "thought criminal!" And each girl has brothers mimic stroke. In a sense it was slightly scary as jumping tiger pup that will soon grow to be ljudožrce. The boy's eyes was a kind of a speculative cruelty, quite clear desire to hit or kick Winston and awareness that will soon be big enough to do so. True happiness that a gun in his hands is not correct, thought Winston. Mrs. Parsons Eyes Sat nervous puzzled from Winston to the children and back again. In a better light in the living room he noticed that the folds of her face really lies dust. "But they really so noisy," she said. "Are disappointed because they can not go to the hanging, for it goes." "I do not have time to ride them, but Tom will not come back from work in time." "Why do not we go see it hanging?" tulil the boy with his formidable voice. "I want to see the hanging!" "I want to see the hanging!" Chanted the little girl and still bouncing around. Some Eurasian prisoners, guilty of war crimes should be hanged that night in the park, Winston remembered. This has happened once a month and was very popular spectacle. Children are always loudly demanded to be transported to watch. Goodbye from Mrs Parsons, and went to the door. But it still did six steps down the hall when he hit something unbearable pain in his neck. He felt as if shouted him razžarjena red wire. He turned just in time to be able to see Mrs Parsons, who pulled his son across the threshold, while the boy fračo interfered in his pocket. 'Goldstein! "Zarjul the boy as the door closed behind him. But Winston is the best shock expression of helpless terror on his wife greyish face. When he was back in the house, walked quickly past the telescreen and sat down at the table and you're still rubbing his neck. Music on the telescreen paused. Instead it was chopped off by the military voice was reading a description of the kind of brutal military equipment všečnostjo new floating fortress, which was just anchor between Iceland and Faroeškimi Islands. With these children, Winston is thinking, it must be a woman all his life horror. In year two, it will be day and night looking in her symptoms of unorthodoxy. Almost all the children were due awesome. Worst of all was that by such organizations as the Spies they were systematically preobražali in uncontrollable small wildlife, but this had not raised any tendency to resist party discipline. In contrast, Sat Parthia and adored everything about her. Songs, parades, flags, tours, children's training rifles, shouting slogans, the worship of Big Brother - all this was for them a kind of brilliant plays. All their cruelty was redirected outwards, against the enemy country against foreigners, traitors, saboterjem, thought crimes. It was almost natural that people are over the age of thirty years, fearing their own children. And for that reason they had, it is hardly a week passed when the newspaper does not produce the short article, describing how the little informer - "child hero" was commonly used phase - pulling on the ears and heard the remark, which is compromising their parents, and denounced by the Thought Police. Pain in the neck from a hit, it subsided. Faintheartedly grabbed a pen, are wondering whether you can still find something to write in the journal. Suddenly he began to think back to O'Brien. A few years ago - how long has it? It must have been seven years - a dream that goes through the room in which a black theme. And someone who was sitting at his side, he was when he passed, he said: "We are met in a place where there is darkness." This was said very over, almost in passing - as an argument and not command. He went out without being stopped. But the curious thing was that tistikrat, in a dream, that word it made a strong impression not. Only later and gradually, he seemed to have become more important. He could not recall whether it was before or after that when he dreamed that O'Brien had first seen, or he could not remember when it was first recognized that a vote for O'Brien. However, the voices were the same. O'Brien was the one which is addressed in the dark. Winston has never been fully convinced - even after today's lucid moment from O'Brien eyes it was still impossible to be sure - whether friend or foe O'Brien. Nor is he does not consider it a serious matter. The bond of understanding between them was more important than affection or belonging to the same things. "We are met in a place where there are no issues," he was saying. Winston did not know what that means, he knew only that it will happen one way or another. The voice on the telescreen paused. Trumpet call, clear and beautiful, it swam in the calm air. The voice is coarse continue. That moment arrived with the latest news Malabarske front. Our forces in South India izbojevale glorious victory. I hereby notify you that the act, which are reported in a timely manner may lead to the end of the war. Here are the latest news - Bad news coming, thought Winston. And indeed, the description of the bloody collapse of the Eurasian army, with huge numbers of killed and captured, followed the announcement that next week will reduce the chocolate ration from thirty grams to twenty. Winston rignil. Gin is razgubljal and leaving it feeling of emptiness. The telescreen - or to celebrate victory or to wipe the memory of the lost chocolate - has boomed Oceania, we celebrate this. He would get up in the attention. However, it has been in your current situation invisible. Oceania, celebrate this, he withdrew the music easier. Winston went to the window with his back facing the telescreen. The day was still cold and clear. Somewhere far away is suppressed, reboot gromom rocket exploded bomb. There were about twenty or thirty Meanwhile, things are dropped on London each week. Below on the street is still anterior plapolal poster here and there in the wind and the word Angsoc appeared and disappeared abruptly. Angsoc. Angsoca Council principles. Newspeak, dvomišljenje, variability in the past. He felt like wandering in the woods on the seabed, lost in the monster world, where the monster himself. He was alone. The past is dead and the future was unimaginable. Was he ever be sure that only one man now living on his side? And how was I to know that the Dominion Party will not last forever? As in the response, he returned three slogans of white facade of the Ministry of truth: "War is Peace" "Freedom is slavery" "Ignorance is Strength" From his pocket he took twenty-five cent coin. Also, there were small, clear letters written the same slogans and, on the other side of the coin, the head of Big Brother. Even with those coin eyes to follow. The coins, on stamps, on the covers of books, the flags, the posters on cigarette packets wrappers - everywhere. Always eyes watching you and the voice that surrounds it. If you're asleep or awake, at work or food, both inside and outside, in the bath or bed - no escape. Nothing was yours, apart from a few cubic centimeters inside the skull. His heart trembled before the huge pyramid. Too much is not the power naskočiti. A thousand rocket bombs would not undermine it. They again asked for whom they write diary. For the future, the past - the eyelids, which may be imaginary. Log in to change it in the ash and fumes. Only the Thought Police would read what was written before they disappear from the life and memory. How could you sent your request to a future where neither trail for you and even nameless word written on a piece of paper can not survive? The telescreen struck fourteen. In the ten minutes to go. For up to two thirty should be back at work. Strangely, he felt that he was being an hour vlilo new courage. It was a lonely ghost, speaking words that no one will ever hear. But until they are pronounced in some strange way link is broken. Not with this, to do that they hear, but this, to stay sane, human heritage continues. He went back to the table, helping pen and wrote: Future or the past, a time when freedom of thought, when people are different from each other and not to live alone - a time when there will be the truth and what is done will not be able to be deleted: From the ages of uniformity, from loneliness Ages, Ages of Big Brother, from the ages dvomišljenja - Welcome! He thought that he was already dead. It seemed to him that just now, when he made a decisive step, can express their thoughts. The consequences of any act involving the act itself. He wrote: Thought crime does not pay death: Thought crime is death. Now, when he realized he was dead, it became important to the extent possible to keep him alive long. Two fingers on his right hand was dirty from the ink. This was exactly the bit that they can be issued. What vohljajoč gorečnež in ministry (probably a woman, someone like a little redhead, or dark hair girl from the Fiction Department) might become curious as to why he wrote during a lunch break, why use old fashioned pen is what he wrote - and then nodded to the relevant section. He went into the bathroom and carefully zribal ink with coarse, dark brown soap which strugalo skin as emery paper and was therefore very suitable for this purpose. He put the diary in a drawer. Clean would have been pointless to hide, but you can at least determine whether it will be discovered or not. Hair, gently at the ends would be preočiten. The summit was picked up invisible finger off-white powder and placed it on the corner of the cover, from where they will certainly fall, if someone Volume moves. Winston was dreaming about my mother. He had to be, so he thought, ten or eleven years old when his mother disappeared. She was high, postavna, fairly quiet woman slow movements and beautiful, blond hair. Father he remembered more vaguely as dark and thin man with glasses, always dressed in a neat, dark clothes (Winston remembered especially has very thin soles of her father's feet). Both the apparent drift in one of the first great purges happened in the fifties. This time the mother is sitting somewhere deep within him by his little sister in her arms. His sister did not remember, except as soft, weak, always quiet large inquisitive eyes of a child. They both looked up to him. They were somewhere in the underworld below - at the bottom of wells, for example, or a very deep abyss - but this was the place which, although a deep underneath it still sank. They were in the lounge of the ship is sinking and was looking through temnečo water. The parlor was still air and still have it and he could see them, but while the tonili down, down into the green water, which must always next time to hide his eyes. He was outside, the light and air, while sesalo them down to death and two were below it, because he was up here. He knew it and they know onidve and this knowledge can be noticed in their faces. There was no complaint on their face does not in our hearts, only the information that must die so that he can stay alive and that this is an indispensable part of policy. He could not remember what had happened, but in his dream he knew that they were the mother's life and sacrificed his sister anyway. They were one of those dreams which, while typically retained a dream image, the continuation of mental life and where you know the facts and thoughts that these new and valuable zde even after you are already awake. What is now Winston shook, it was a recognition that maternal mortality has been almost thirty years before the tragic and regrettable, in a way that is no longer possible. Tragedy, he realized one of the old time to time when people still enjoy privacy, love and friendship, and when the family members stood side by side, without the need to know the reason. Such things, he knew not possible today. Today, fear, hate, pain, but the dignity of emotion, no deep and full of pain. All this seemed to see the big eyes of a mother and sister, when you look up through the green water, hundreds of fathoms deep, while still Tone. Suddenly he stood in a low, soft, and breaks on summer evenings, when the oblique rays of the sun zlatili earth. Province, who watched her, he had many times to show in a dream that was never entirely sure whether it had ever really seen or not. In the waking mind he called the Golden Land. He is old, from rabbit grazed grassland with molehill here and there, after which the path led. When I stopped there and live adjacent to the opposite side of the field, the wind gently rocking the branches of elms, their leaves and trembled slightly as women's hair strands. Somewhere close by, although the eyes out of reach, ran clear, slow stream, where there are swimming pools under the willows ducks. Dark hair girl he came across the field towards them. With what seemed a single movement, the scraper with his clothes and threw it carelessly. Her body was white and smooth, but it aroused no desire, in fact, it barely looked at. At this moment, it holds a fascination with movement, which threw away the clothes. It was felt that with his grace and invalidate the entire culture of negligence, the whole thought system, such as Big Brother and the Party and the police can discern swept into nothingness by a single brilliant stroke hands. This is also a gesture belonging to the old time. Winston is awakened by the word 'Shakespeare' on his lips. The telescreen is continuously broadcast ping ear ripping, which is maintained for thirty seconds on the same note. It was seven fifteen, getting up time for office staff. Winston tore the body from the bed - naked, because the members of the general party receiving only three thousand orders a year for clothes and pajamas in force six hundred - reached for the dirty T-shirt and shorts that are stacked on a chair. Within three minutes, the gym will start work. The next moment he developed a fierce outbreak of coughing, which was almost always attacks waking. Thus, it is completely emptied the lungs that can breathe again only if the kennels at the back and a couple of deep breath. Swollen veins of him cough and effort on his varicose ulcer had started srbeti. "Grupa from thirty to forty years!" Bevskal penetrating the female voice. "Grupa from thirty to forty!" Winston sprang to attention before telekranom, which has already displayed a youthful female figure, the dry, but muscular, dressed in shirt and gym shoes. "Cut down trees and iztezajte hands!" He commanded. "No rush for me." "One, two, three, four!" "One, two, three, four!" "Come on, comrades, a little more life!" "One, two, three, four!" "One, two, three, four!" Pain when coughing attack is not completely driven out of Winston memory impression, which left dreams, and rhythmic movements of the work they have somehow restored. While the mechanical suval hands back and forth, the expression on his face drug, which has been considered appropriate during gymnastics exercises pushed pave the path to blur the period of his early childhood. This was unusually difficult. Beyond the end of fifty years, all faded. When there was no external evidence on which he could rely, even delete your own life lost its sharpness. Remind you of important events that may not happen at all, I remember details of incidents, not to be able to cover their atmosphere, and was as long, void periods, which you could not prove anything. Then everything was different. Even the names of countries and their shapes on the maps were different. Airstrip One, for example, in those days not so designated: they called England or Britain, though London, he was fully convinced, still called London. Winston could not remember precise time when his country was not at war, but it was clear that during his childhood is a fairly long period of peace, as one of his memories was ranih air attack, which apparently surprised everyone. I guess it was when the atomic bomb dropped Colchester. Attack itself is not remembered, but remembered his father's hand that held it, when they hurried down, down, down to a place deep underground, around and around the spiral staircase which rang under his feet and him last so tired that began cmeriti and had to stop and rest. Mother them on their slow, dreamy way followed far behind. She wore his sister, or perhaps it was what she wore, maybe just a set of bed: he was not sure whether the sister was already born or not. Finally, they found themselves in a noisy, preobljudenem place to be recognized as the metro station. People were sitting all over the cobbled stone floor and the other people, closely pressed together, they sat on metal benches, one on the other. Winston and his mother and father, they have found a place on the ground and close them side by side on the bench sat an old man and a woman. It smelled of gin. It seemed that emitted by the skin rather than sweat, and a person you can imagine that even that which he runs from his eyes, pure gin. But though slightly drunk he was, nevertheless tormented by a pain that was genuine and unbearable. On my children's way Winston grasped that it was just something terrible happened, something that is beyond oblivion, and which will never be healed. He seemed even to know what it is. Someone you loved the old man, the little granddaughter might be, was killed. Every few minutes the man began to repeat: "The rules I have it, Mom, do you?" A bitch which would not be trusted, the Winston did not now remember. Somehow, from that time onwards, the war was virtually constant, though, precisely speaking, this was not always the same war. A few months during his childhood lasted confused street fighting in London itself and some of them are alive memories. Meanwhile, things, for example, in 1984, (if that was the 1984th year), Oceania was at war with Eurasia and Eastasia ally. In either private or public statement has never been allowed to all three forces were deployed simultaneously on different lines. Actually, as Winston well knew, was published only four years, which Oceania was the war with Eurasia and allied Eastazijo. But this was just a bit of secret knowledge, which happens to have because his memory was not under satisfactory supervision. Formal and trade partners has been executed. Oceania is at war with Eurasia - that Oceania was always at war with Eurasia. The current enemy has always represented absolute evil, with the result that it was any historical or future agreement with him is impossible. Outrageous thing that has thought desettisočič when the sore shoulders pushed back (with his hands in his hips to circulate in the band, an exercise which is supposedly good for the back muscles) - outrageous thing is that all this is true. If a game can be interfered with his hand in the past and this or that event said, never has happened - then it is definitely more frightening than torture and death only. The party said that he has never been an ally of Eurasia. He, Winston Smith, knew that Oceania was an ally of Eurasia before barely four years ago. But where was this knowledge? Only in his consciousness, which must in any case soon be destroyed. And when everyone else take a lie by natvezla lot - if all the documents tell the same tale - then the lie come into history and became truth. "Whoever controls the past", it read the password of the Party, "control the future: who controls the present, controls the past." And yet the past, although variable in nature, has never changed. It's simple. All that is needed is an endless series of victories over their memories. "Reality control" was called in Newspeak "dvomišljenje. "Dismissed!" Barked a little more kindly vaditeljica. Winston lowered his hands along the side and slowly fill the lungs with air. His thoughts are in the labyrinthine world odtavale dvomišljenja. Dvomišljenje alone understand a dvomišljenje implemented. Vaditeljica by again calling the attention. "And now let's see who of us can touch toes!" She said enthusiastically. "Straight from the hips, please, comrades." Winston loathed this exercise, which has caused stabbing pain from heel to buttocks and often ended with a new attack of coughing. Semi-nice thoughts at the end. The past, he thought, not only changed, but also destroyed. For what could prove the most obvious facts, but when there were no documents outside of your memory? He tried to remember what year he first heard of Big Brother. He felt that it should be once in the sixties, but know with certainty is impossible. The histories of party, of course Big Brother appeared as the leader and guardian of the revolution from its earliest days. His exploits have gradually moved back until they reached in the fairytale world of the thirties and forties, when the capitalists in their strange hats in London roads traversing the large, brilliant, the cars or carriages with glass windows. It was impossible to know how much of this legend is true and what is imaginary. Winston could not remember even this, since when there is a lot. Did not believe that would ever hear the word Angsoc before 1960, it was possible that it was in its form from Staroreka, namely as a British socialism, known earlier. All the izginjalo in fog. Sometimes, of course, you can put your finger on the obvious lie. It was not true, for example, as argued in the histories of party that invented a lot of aircraft. Airplanes are also memories of the first childhood. But you could not prove anything. There was never any manifest,. Once only, in all his life he held in the hands unmistakable documentary proof of the forgery of historical facts. And on this occasion - "Smith!" Screamed the voice arguing from the screen. "6079 Smith W.!" "Yes, you!" "Get down, please, farther on!" "You can napraviš better than that." "Do not busy yourself." "Lower, please!" "Here it's better, comrade." "Now everyone at ease and see me." Sudden hot way to hit him from all over the body. His face remained completely incomprehensible. Never show fear! Never show outrage! Cur only with the eyes, it can rat. He stood and watched vaditeljico how he raised his hands above his head is - do not give it to say that with grace, but with notable skill and efficiency - bent down and touched toes. "Here, comrade!" "Here's how to make you want to see." "You look at me." "Thirty-nine count them and I had four children." "Now, look." Again, she bowed. "You see that my knees are not bent." "All you can do it if you want," she said, when he straightened up. 'Anyone under forty-five can be quite touching toes. " "We honor all those that fought on the front, but you can at least stay up." "Remember our boys on the front malabarski!" "But the sailors floating fortress!" "Just think, what they all must go." "Now try again." "Here's a better mate, it's much better," Winston added incentive, when he was succeeded by a strong gust of touch with the fingers streched his knees, for the first time in many years. With a deep, unconscious sigh to him at the beginning of daily work has failed to prevent or near the screen, Winston pulled to her narekovalni machine, blew the dust from the mouthpiece and put on goggles. Then, SPEL has developed four small rolls of paper that have already fallen from the pneumatic tube on the right desks. The compartment walls were three openings. Right from narekovalnega small pneumatic tube machine for written reports, on the left is greater for the newspaper, on the side wall, within reach of Winston hand, a large oblong slit, protected by wire mesh. It was to remove the excess paper. Similar gaps have been thousands or tens of thousands all over the house, not only in every room but at short intervals and on each corridor. For some reason they are called memory hole. When did you know that is what the document should be destroyed, and even 30, if you saw a piece where the excess paper lie, you automatically lifted clear memory of the valve closest to the hole and dropped into it, where it has been a wave of hot air to the enormous odvrtinčil ovens, which were hidden somewhere in the depths of the building. Winston has studied the four sheets of paper, which was developed. At each message was long only a series or two, written in the abbreviated jargon - not actually Newspeak but mostly consists of novoreških words - which are used by the Ministry for internal purposes. Newsletters are: With a slight feeling of satisfaction Winston delayed fourth message. It was a difficult and responsible task and will be better if the lots afterwards. The remaining three were just a matter of routine, although it will probably mean another grueling few piercing through lists of numbers. Winston dialed "back numbers" on the telescreen and called for adequate copies of newspapers, which have pneumatic tubes slip in a few minutes. Messages that they were concerned the articles or the news that they were from or otherwise certainly be reason to change, or - as was said by an official phrase - "purified." The newspaper of 17 March, for example, the cost to the Big Brother in his speech the previous day announced that it will be quiet južnoindijski front, but will soon be launched Eurasian offensive in North Africa. It happened, however, is that the Eurasian headquarters launched an offensive in South India and left North Africa alone. It was therefore necessary to re-write a passage from the speech of Big Brother in such a way as to predict the thing that really happened. Or, for example, newspaper of 19 official forecast published in December on the production of various types of consumer goods in the last decade, in 1983, which was also the sixth quarter of the ninth three-year cycle. Today's edition, however, deliver a report on the real production, from which it appeared that the forecasts in all items completely wrong. Winston problem was that the original numbers of purified so as to match with later. Regarding the third report was concerned only in a clean simple mistake, you will be able to edit in a few minutes. Only recently, in February, the Ministry of Plenty announced a promise ('categorical pledge' has officially said this) that in 1984 will not be limited rations of chocolate. But Winston knew that the chocolate ration would be at the end of this week, dropped from thirty grams to twenty. There was only necessary to replace the original promise of a warning that rates will likely be reduced once the chocolate in April. As soon as Winston made by one of the reports is attached to your machine narekovalni written corrections to a copy of the relevant newspaper and shoved it into a pneumatic tube. Then the motion, which was as far as any possible unconscious, crushing the original report and any notes that you made and let them into the memory hole that swallowed by flames. What happens in the invisible maze, in which the pneumatic tubes led, not exactly known, but generally. As soon as all the corrections that were necessary in any number of newspapers collected and examined, this number will be printed again, destroying the original copy of the corrected copy to be inserted in the appropriate place in batches. This process of constant change has been the practice only in newspapers but also in books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, audio tapes, cartoons, photographs - to every type of literature or documentation which would not have any political or ideological significance . Day by day and almost minute by minute update are history. Thus it could be documented to show that any correct prediction of the Party, no report on the news and expressed no public opinion, which was opposed to the needs of the present, could not remain recorded. Full of history, scraped clean and re-write exactly as many times as necessary. In any case, after completion of the work would not have been possible to demonstrate that what someone forged. The largest section in the Records Department, far more than that, where Winston worked, consisted simply people whose duty it was to trace and collect all the copies of books, newspapers and other documents that have been set aside and intended for destruction. Number of newspapers, which was possibly due to changes in the political alliance or for false declarations made by Big Brother, the twelve re-written, the newspaper stood by the original date packages and does not copy with different, conflicting data. Even books were copied and then written, again and again, and all without exception, printed without comment, that have been processed. Even the written instructions which Winston and he accepts that it has always removed it as soon as you do with them, never stated or acknowledged that what potvoriti, always referring to slippage, error, typographical mistakes or incorrect quotes to be corrected for the love of accuracy. And in fact, is thinking, while the figures organized by the Ministry of abundance, it was not so fake. It is just replacing one stupidity for another. Most of the material with which I dealt with was in no relation to the real world, or even not as directly connected with the truth lies. The statistics were in the original version just as contrived as the consolidated version. Usually they expect from you that you have to memorize what izmišljaš. Announcement of the Ministry of Plenty, for example, has estimated the production of footwear for this quarter stopetinštirideset million pairs. Real production totaled dvainšestdeset million. However, Winston writing in the retrieval of forecasts reduced the number of fifty-seven million, in order to allow the usually claim that the quota was exceeded. In any case, dvainšestdeset million was nothing closer to reality than sixty-seven or stopetinštirideset million pairs. Very probably did not produce anything footwear. More likely, nobody knew how far it is prepared, or even that no one cared. You just knew that the numbers were on the production of footwear in every quarter astronomical paper, while half the population of Oceania was barefoot. And so it was with all types of recorded data, with an important or irrelevant. Everything in the world of shadows izginjalo, which finally became a whole year of some uncertainty. Winston looked round the room. In the corresponding compartment on the other hand, is a small, dark, appeared to exact a man named Tillotson worked tirelessly, with magazines folded on his knees with his mouth very close to the mouthpiece narekovalnega machine. Gave the impression that it seeks what it says, to keep it secret between themselves and telekranom. He looked up and his glasses are hostile glance in the direction of Winston. Winston hardly knew Tillotsona and had no idea of what work is involved. People in the Records Department did not want to talk about their work. In the long, windowless hall, with a double series of compartments, brezkrajnim rustling paper, and buzzing of the votes in narekovalnik mrmrajočih, it was certainly a dozen people at Winston either did not know by name, even if they were seeing every day to walk up and down the hall or APE during the Two Minutes Hate. He knew that in the compartment next to the garage every day that little redhead who just pursued by the press and remove the names of people who were vaporized, and thus they are deemed to have never existed. This was especially convenient, because her husband had been vaporized a few years before that. And some of the side compartments pohlevno, unsuccessfully, dreamily creature named Ampleforth, with light hair and a surprising talent for juggling with rhymes and meter, engaged in the manufacture potvorjenih versions - definite text, were called - songs that have become ideological shockingly, but to be in this or that reason, keep in anthologies. And this hall, with its fifty workers or something like that, there was only one subdivision, a single cell in the huge complex of the Department of documentation. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers employed in all tasks, as it has scarcely be imagined. They have a huge printer with assistant editors, experts and excellent črkostavskimi equipped for falsifying photos study. She was teleprogramska section of engineers, tour players and teams, specifically chosen for skills in oponašanju votes. They were army officers, whose work was little short and that made up the lists of books and monthly publications, which were to be withdrawn. They had a list of ports, where the corrected documents were kept, and the hidden furnaces where the original copies destroyed. And then they were somewhere in the brain completely anonymous leader who coordinated the entire effort and začrtovali policy that odrejala the need to preserve this piece of history, another fake and delete these things. And Documentation Department was ultimately only one section of the Ministry of Truth, whose main task has not been renovated past, but supply Oceania with newspapers, films, books, telekranskim programs, games, novels - with all kinds of information, instruction, or entertainment you can imagine, from the statue of parole, the lyrical poetry and discussion to the biological child of a primer down to the Newspeak Dictionary. And not only that the Ministry had to serve multiple needs of the Party, the whole procedure should also be repeated on the lower level, in favor of the preferred. They had a whole chain of separate sections that deal with literature for Raja, music, drama and entertainment in general. Here are composed of cheap magazines, in which there was almost nothing except sport, crime, horoscopes, sensational stories pogrošnih, the films were utapljali in sex, and sentimental tunes, which were fully skomponirane by mechanical means on a specific type of kaleidoscope known as prosodist. They had even a special subdivision - Pornosek was called in Newspeak - who was involved with the production of the lowest kind of pornography, which they distribute in sealed packages, and which no Party member except those who were thus employed, was not allowed to view. Three reports from the pneumatic tube slipped while Winston was working, but they were simple affairs and escaped them, even before it was interrupted the Two Minutes Hate. Hate when it was in the place returned to its place and took the Newspeak dictionary off the shelf, pushed narekovalnik, you clean glasses and started the main tasks that morning. Winston greatest joy in life was work. Most of the work was boring routine, but included in it were also difficult and complicated tasks for which you may be lost, as in the depths of a mathematical problem - delicate fragments of forgery, in which these could not keep anything other than knowledge of principles and self Angsoca assessment of what lot he wants to tell. Winston knew it well. On occasions he even refining the leading trust in the newspaper articles that were written entirely in Newspeak. He developed a message that was previously postponed. It reads as follows: 3rd officer 12th 83 dnevzapovedi report states impersonal vb dvoplusnedobro predoddajna subtitles full control. Translated into Starorek (or in normal English), this would read as follows: Daily report on the commandments of Big Brother in the newspaper of 3 December 1983 is extremely unsatisfactory and refers to people who do not eksistirajo. Fully re-write and draft a top dog before it vložiš. Winston spotakljivi read the article. It was felt that the daily command of Big Brother is mostly dedicated to glorifying the labor organization known as PTCU, which is supplied with cigarettes and other comforts to the sailors floating fortresses. Withers some companies, an important member of the Inner Party, has been specifically named and awarded the decoration, the Order of Merit of the other special rates. Three months later he was in the unmentioned reasons PTCU dissolved. You can guess that Withers and his colleagues are now out of favor, but in print or on the telescreen there was no report on the matter. This was expected since it was usual to political offenders were subject to judicial process or publicly known. Great cleansing that engulfed thousands of people, full of public ridicule traitors and criminals thought that nizkotno acknowledged their crimes and were later executed, were special performances by the venue for productions only every few years. More generally, people who are incurring the wrath of the Party head, short and few of them disappeared and was never heard. Never had the slightest notion of what was done to them. In some cases it might even have been dead. Thirty people may have to Winston knew personally, not including the parents, has now disappeared. Winston is the paper clip gently stroked his nose. In the adjoining compartment, the companies are still mysterious Tillotson leaning over narekovalnik. For a moment he raised his head again hate flash goggles. Winston wondered whether the fellow Tillotson worked with the same task as his own. It was perfectly possible. So cunning work would never trust a single man, on the other hand, if this work would impose komiteju, by openly acknowledging that it is a forgery. Very likely it was that a dozen people now full version of this piece of what is actually said to Big Brother. And soon will be a leading brains in the Restricted Party chose this or that version, it again issued a complicated process and trigger a mandatory cross-checking, then the lie passed between the selected documents and become eternal truth. Winston did not know why Withers fell out of favor. Perhaps because of corruption and incompetence. Perhaps Big Brother was just too popular rid of subordinates. Perhaps Withers or someone was near the suspected heretic tendencies. Or is it - what was most likely of all - a thing happened, simply because they were cleansing and izhlapitve essential part of the machinery of government. The only real key to the mystery lay in the words "impersonal states", which is cikalo that Withers was already dead. The presumption that these people are in prison, was not always accurate. Sometimes people were laid off and they were allowed to remain at liberty for a year or two before being executed. Here and there, some of which they had long been dead, as the ghosts appear in any public process, where they become involved with his testimony in hundreds of other people before they are gone, this time for good. Withers was already impersonal. Do not stay, he never lived. Winston decided that it will not be enough if you simply overturns the tendency of Big Brother in his speech. Better if the device that will talk about something that does not have the slightest link to the original topic. A dash of pure imagination. Suddenly he thought crossed the prepared image comrade Ogilvy, who was recently killed in heroic circumstances in the fighting. On occasions, the Big Brother devoted his Order Memorial Day ceremony to what lots of modest members of the general public, whose life and death is emphasized as a model to emulate, it is worth it. Today we must remember Comrade Ogilvy. While fellow man by the name of Ogilvy did not, but some species and a few printed photos will be forged quickly revived. Winston thoughtfully for a moment, then pulled narekovalnik to him and began dictating in Big Brother style known: in a style that was both military and fussy and it was easy to imitate because of the specific approaches by asking questions and answering them immediately (" What we have learned this fact, comrades? " "This is the lesson - which is also one of the fundamental principles Angsoca - yes," etc.. , Etc.. ) At the age of three years, the companies refused all toys Ogilvy except the drum, machine guns and helicopter design. For seventeen years he was district organizer of the Junior Anti Alliance. When nineteen he made grenades plan by the Ministry of Peace which was accepted on his first attempt at one blow killed thirty-one Eurasian prisoners. In twenty years, fell in the middle of the campaign. Pursued the hostile reaction to the aircraft while it flew over the Indian Ocean with important mail, loaded down with machine gun and jumped from the helicopter into deep water to mail and with all others - at the end, said Big Brother, which can not be considered without feelings envy. Big Brother added a few remarks on the purity and linearity of life comrade Ogilvy. He is the perfect abstinent and non-smoker, did not know other than the daily hours of entertainment in the gym and solemnly vowed to be celibate, in the belief that law and family welfare can not be reconciled with a commitment to duty, twenty four hours a day. The interviews did not discuss other than the principles Angsoca and no other life goal had defeated Eurasia as well as hunting enemy spies, saboterje, thought criminals and traitors generally. Winston was hesitant whether to grant comrade Ogilvyu Order for special merits in the end, due to unnecessary cross, decided against it. Once again the glance by its competitor in the opposite compartment. With reasonable certainty, the idea that there was Tillotson worked with the same task as he. It was not possible to know, whose final version will be adopted, but was deeply convinced that his. Comrade Ogilvy, who was previously unimaginable for one hour, was now a fact. There he is thought to be dead, Discover people live is not. Comrade Ogilvy, who had never lived in the present, is now living in the past and forgotten once the fake, he will live as an authentic and based on such evidence as well as Charlemagne or Julius Caesar. The low canteen, deep underground, he slowly retreated to lunch series. The room was very full and deafening noise. By the fireplace behind the counter has rolled a pair of dishes with a sour metallic smell which is not entirely banished Victory gin fumes. On the other side of the room was a small bar, the better opening in the wall, where they sold for ten cents a large gin. "Just who is looking for," said the voice of Winston back. He turned. It was his friend Syme, who worked in the Research section. Perhaps 'friend' is not quite the right word. Now friends you had, you were only companions, and were comrades whose society was more comfortable than others. Syme is a philologist, a specialist in Newspeak. In fact, one of a huge group of experts employed in assembling the "Eleven issue Newspeak dictionary. He was a fine figure, smaller than Winston, with dark hair and big, bulging eyes, melancholy and sardonic at the same time, which has had the impression that you carefully examined your face while talking with you. "I wanted to ask if you have any razor blades," he said. "Not one!" Winston replied quickly, with a sense of guilt. All of them avail themselves of the blade. Actually he had two unused yet, but it is saved. This lasted for two months. Again and again what an emergency is out of the object you store in the Party, could not be obtained. Sometimes these were the buttons, sometimes krpanec, sometimes laces, were currently razors. You can get, if any, as you more or less secretly knew how to find the "free" market. "After six weeks using the same blade," he said lying. Nature has once again moved forward. When they stopped, turned and looked back Syma. They both take you on the edge of a pile of greasy tin tray panel. "You went yesterday to see hanging prisoners?" asked Syme. "I was," Winston replied is uncertain. "I guess I see him in the movie." "Very inadequate compensation," said Syme. His eyes glanced ironically Winston's face. On the mental side of it was toxic pravoveren Syme. The satisfaction is uncomfortable talking openly about the attacks of the enemy helicopters in the village, the thought processes and awards summary execution of criminals and the Ministry of Truth cells. In a conversation with him you should try to make him turn away from these issues, and complicated, if possible, in a particularities of Newspeak, which he knew and interest. Winston is a little face away to avoid the investigation of large, dark eyes. "Well, it was hanging," said Syme thoughtfully. "It seems to me however, that the thing fail after tying their feet." "I watch them how to kick." "But most in the end, when they get out ments of language, - blue, clear blue live." "This detail I particularly liked." "Next, please!" Cried a waitress with a white apron and a bucket. Winston and Syme pushed the tray of the fireplace. At each measured were quickly loaded lunch - bowl pink gray tin dishes, a piece of bread, a cube of cheese, a cup of coffee without milk and Victory saccharin tablet. "There is telekranom under the table, 'said Syme. "Let 's take you along the way is gin." Gin to them poured into porcelain cups without handles. You have paved the way through overfilling a room with a delayed lunch trays on a metal plate mizno, where it remained a puddle dishes, ugly slurry, which is reminiscent of vomiting. Winston cup of ginom rose, waited for a moment that has soothed the nerves and swallowed the contents of oleaginous taste. When he drove by blinking tears from his eyes, he suddenly realized he was hungry. He started goltati spoons full meals, which are among the sludges flowing dice mushroom, pink substance, which was probably a substitute for meat. Neither of them spoke until they vacated shells. On the left of the table Winston, a little behind his back, someone was talking rapidly and continuously, pervasive chat, almost like goose gaganju, it lifts above the general noise floor. "How do you advance to the dictionary?" Winston said, with rising voice to drown the noise. "Easy," said Syme. "The adjectives here." "Wonderful." So much that he mentioned Newspeak, already his face straight. Pushed the bowl, took a piece of bread and cheese in one of his other hand and gently leaned across the table, that he would not have to speak loudly. "The eleventh issue is final," he said. "We are trying to bring the language to its final form - to those forms, such as will, when no one will talk about anything else." "When we finished, it will need people like you to teach again." "You think, if I may say so, that our main task of invention of new words." "No way!" "We are destroying words - tens and hundreds of words every day." "Language harvested to the bone." "The eleventh edition does not contain a single word, which will be redundant by 2050." Hunger is biting into bread, swallowed some grižljajev and then continue with a passion dlakocepsko. Its small, dark face was alive, his eyes lost their derisive term and become almost dreamy. "Destruction of words is a wonderful thing." "Of course odpravljamo most verbs and adjectives, and nouns can get rid of hundreds." "These are not the only synonyms but also antonyms." "After all, where is the justification for the word contradiction is just another word?" "The word itself already contains a contradiction." "Take, for example," good "." "If you have a word such as" good ", why would need a word such as" bad "?" "" Nedober "clean enough - even more, because this is quite the opposite, she is not." "And again, if you want a stronger version of the word" good ", what is the point in a series of vague, useless words such as" excellent "," wonderful ", and all the others?" "" Plusdober "has the same meaning, or" dvoplusdober "if you want something stronger." "Of course all of these are already used, but the final version of Newspeak other non-existent." "In the end, all variants of good and bad reflect only six words, in fact, a single word." "Do not you see beauty in this, Winston?" "Of course, this idea of Big Brother," he added, as he would later seglo it just an idea. When mention of Big Brother, is a kind of crossed over the empty Zealand Winston's face. Nevertheless Syme immediately detected a lack of enthusiasm. "You really appreciate Sun Newspeak, Winston," he said almost sadly. "Even when you write it, still think in Staroreku." "I've read a few things that you sometimes write for the newspaper." "As good as, but try." "In my heart would prefer holding Staroreka with all its vague and useless shades of meaning precisely." "You may not perceiving the beauty of the destruction of words." "But you know that Newspeak is the only person in the world which has a smaller vocabulary every year?" Winston knew the course. He smiled, hoping that nice, and you did not dare to speak. Syme bit off another is a piece of black bread, carefully bite him and continued: "Do not you see that the sole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?" "At the end of the transgression will literally mentally disabled, because no words that could reflect." "Any necessary concept will be expressed in a single word, whose meaning will be precise, all of its secondary importance as deleted and forgotten." "Already in the eleventh edition of which we are not far away." "Development and will continue long after you and I'll already dead." "Each year, fewer and fewer words, the scope of consciousness is still a bit short." "Of course, now there is no reason or excuse for a thought crime." "Here it's just a question of self-discipline, reality checks." "In the end, so it will not be necessary." "The revolution will be complete when the language is perfect." "Newspeak is Angsoc and Angsoc is Newspeak, 'he added with some satisfaction mysterious. "You ever occurred to Winston that no later than 2050, not one man alive who could understand that our conversation?" 'Except -' began Winston doubtfully, and fell silent. On the tip of the tongue had a "Save as preferred," but it was retained because it was not quite sure whether that remark nepravoverna anyway. However, Syme guessed what he meant. "Raja are men," he said carelessly. "By 2050 - probably in anticipation - knowledge Staroreka will disappear." "All letters will be destroyed in the past." "Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Byron - they eksistirali only in novoreških versions, not only changed into something else, but something changed in the opposite, as they were before." "Even the Party literature to be modified." "Even the slogans will be modified." "How could we have parolo" Freedom is slavery "when the concept of freedom will be abolished?" "Full atmosphere will think different." "In fact, not opinion, as seen by now." "Orthodoxy means not thinking - Not to think." "Orthodoxy is unconscious." These days, thought Winston with sudden deep conviction, Syme will be vaporized. It is too intelligent. Prebistro preodkrito see and talk. A lot do not like such people. One day he disappeared. That it is written on his face. Winston ate bread and cheese. He turned slightly to the side in a chair that drank his cup of coffee. At the table to his left is one man with a pervasive voice still talking relentlessly. A young woman, probably his secretary, who was sitting with his back to Winston, he listened and seemed to be eagerly agrees with everything that is spoken. Now, now Winston caught remark as "I think you are quite right, I completely agree with you," uttered by a young and slightly crazy woman's voice. But another vote is not stopped even for a moment, neither the meantime, when the girl was speaking. Winston is a man apparently knew, but did not know anything more about it than that, it has an important position in the Department of Literature. He was a man about thirty years, the muscular neck and large, lively mouth. Had tilted his head slightly back and the angle in which he sat, the light caught in his glasses and showed Winston empty plate rather than eyes. It was a bit scary that the word is from the river, boiling him in the mouth, it was hardly possible to distinguish a single word. Instead, once Winston caught a phrase "complete and definitive removal goldsteinizma" thrown in very quickly and, as it seemed, in one piece as a kind of built-up words. Everything else was just noise, kvakanje. And yet, even though you could not exactly hear what he says, you could call into question the essence said. It may be that attacking Goldstein and demanded tougher action against criminals and mental saboterjem, perhaps grmel cruelty of the Eurasian army, perhaps the praise of Big Brother or the heroes on malabarski front - it was not important. Whatever it was, you can be sure that every word is pure orthodoxy, pure Angsoc. When Winston watch this face without eyes, the jaw, which quickly retreated up and down, he celebrated an unusual feeling that he was not a real man, but a kind of puppet. They did not speak his mind, but his vocal cords. What came out of his mouth, was made up of words, but this has not been speaking in the true sense, but the votes expressed by the unconscious as a goose gaganje. Syme paused for a moment and handle spoon Mon pobrazdal pool of the table. Voice in the next table is quickly gagal onwards, despite the general ropotu it was easy to discern. "This is one of those interesting words that have two opposite meaning." "If it relates to the opponent, is an insult, but if it refers to someone with whom you agree, is commendable." Syme will certainly vaporized, Winston thought again. This is thought by some sadness, even though he well knew that he despise Syme and slightly line and that it was quite able to snitch on a thought-criminal if found any triggers for this. There was something wrong with a little Symom. Something was missing: a precaution, absence of effect, a kind of redemptive nonsense. It would be impossible to say that nepravoveren. He believed in the principle Angsoca, Big Brother is celebrated, enjoyed the victory, and hated the outcast, not only with odkritosrčnostjo, but with a tireless zeal and ability to be always up to date with news, which in ordinary partijcih was normal. And yet it was holding sumljivosti shadow. He said things would be better not to speak, read too many books, used to visit the cafe under the chestnut, which are attended by artists and musicians. There was no law, nor Unwritten not going to prohibit bars under the chestnut, but the premises were in a bit bad. Old discredited party leaders are usually gathered there until they finally pomedli them. Sam Goldstein is said to be years or decades before sometimes used to visit there. Symove fate was not difficult to predict. But it was certain that it would Syme, when only a few moments of his international acclaim, Winston hidden thoughts, the Thought Police immediately issued. In such a case would also be issued by each other, but Syme earlier than most. Syme raised his eyes. "Parsons is coming," he said. Something in the sound of his voice seemed to pristavlja: "That damn fool." Parsons, Winston's neighbors in the residential block of victory, it is really paving the way through the room - even as thick, medium-sized male blond hair and facial žabjega. For thirty-five have already gathered him in the neck straps and fat around the waist, but his movements were chili and boys'. All of his appearance to such an extent the impression of doing a small boy who grows boys' clothes that she had been prescribed despite the suit that he wore it almost impossible to imagine differently dressed in blue shorts, gray shirt and red scarf spies. When you are represented by the man, he had always before the eyes of a boy with a well plates in the knees and sleeves rolled to thick hands. And indeed, Parsons always wear shorts when it is warranted by the group for a trip or any other physical activity. Welcomed them with the joy of the "Hello, hello!" And sat down, transmitting a strong odor of sweat. Sudorific he drops the pink accumulate around the face. The power of sweat was extraordinary in it. The Municipal Center you can handle the humidity Lopar always found when playing table tennis. Syme drew up the strip of paper long column of words and examine them with an ink pen in hand. "Look at him how to work the hours for lunch," said Parsons and Winston dregnil. "Excitement, huh?" "What you got there, buddy?" "There is too smart for me, I guess." "Smith, man, I'll tell you why they are looking for." "This is one of voluntary contributions." "What kind of voluntary contributions?" Winston said, and automatically reached for the money. Approximately one quarter of wages has been established for voluntary contributions, which were so numerous that it was difficult to remember all. 'For Hate Week. " "You know - the house fund." "I am a cashier in our block." "Scary, we strive to prepare a wonderful performance." "I tell you, however, that not my fault if old Victory will not block across the street, most equipped with flags." "Two dollars you promised me." Winston found and handed him two wrinkled and soiled banknotes, which were recorded in Parsons notes in a neat little script uneducated man. "By the way, dude," he said, "I heard it yesterday with my paglavec fračo shoot you." "Well I have ozmerjal of it." "Actually, I told him that he'll take fračo if this will ever do." "It seems to me that he was a little upset because it did not go to see a hanging," said Winston. "Oh, I - I mean, it shows the true spirit, right?" "Evil little kids are, both, but what impressed!" "The only point on which you think are the spy and war, of course." "You know what this small did last Saturday, when he was on his rail trip to Berghamsteadu?" "You got two girls that went with it, all afternoon, slipped and was pursuing a stranger." "Two hours on him at his heels, straight through the woods and then when they came in Amersham, the patrol extradite him." "Why are they done?" somewhat surprised asked Winston. Parsons continued triumphantly: "The child is convinced that the kind of enemy agent - might be discarded by parachute, for example." "But this is what the old man." "What do you think she first fell in his eyes?" "He has to bear the funny shoes - said that no sooner had never seen anyone wearing such shoes." "It is therefore possible that the stranger." "Much of seven smrkljo brihtno, right?" "What happened to that man?" Winston asked. "Oh, of course, do not know." "It would be too much surprised if -" Parsons has done a toss as to measure the gun and slammed the language instead of lightning. "Well," he said Syme absent without raising his views to paper. "Of course we can not afford the risk," it was agreed Winston obediently. "I want to say that we are just at war," said Parsons. As the confirmation of them from the screen above our heads swam a trumpet. But this time there was no military victory oznanitev, but only for a message from the Ministry of affluence. "Comrades," cried an enthusiastic youth vote. 'Attention, comrades! " "Marvelous news we have for you." "We Izbojevali battle in the productivity!" "Completed reports on the total output of consumer goods shows that the standard of living rose by no less than twenty percent compared to last year." "All over Oceania this morning were irresistible spontaneous demonstrations, workers left the factories and offices, and marched in parades with flags on the roads, reflecting their gratitude to Big Brother for the new, happy life that he gave us his wise leadership." "Some sophisticated figures." "Food -" The phrase 'our new, happy life "was repeated several times. Recently, the Ministry has been very popular affluence. Parsons, whose attention was attracted trumpet, he sat and listened with a kind of strmečo ceremony, with a kind of boredom privzgojenim. He could not follow the numbers, however, is aware that the kind of room for complacency. Attract a lot of the day, off the tap, which was half full of charred tobacco. The tobacco stogramskim meal a week, it was rarely possible to tumble into a pipe to the top. Winston was smoking a cigarette victory, which was closely held in a horizontal position. The new installment will be received until tomorrow and it only remained for four cigarettes. For a moment he closed his ears to the overall noise and listen to what is coming from the screen. It appeared that the demonstration in honor of Big Brother, even so, because the chocolate ration to twenty grams increased weekly. And yesterday, he thought, are known to reduce the ration to twenty grams a week. What is it really possible that this is by twenty-four hours to swallow? Yes, swallow Sat Parsons swallowed it easily, with the silliness of animals. Being no eyes at the next table is swallowed fanatically, passionately, with a furious desire izvohati, report and evaporate anyone who hinted to him that last week's rate was thirty grams. Also, Syme swallowed it, only slightly more complicated way, which contained dvomišljenje. So it has not only left the memory? Fairy statistics was still pouring from the screen. Compared to last year, more food, more clothes, more buildings, more furniture, more cooking pots, more heating, more ships, more helicopters, more books, more children - more of everything except disease, crime and insanity. Year after year, and minute by minute, all in turn increase the dizzying rapidity. As before, now Winston Syme took the spoon and ferries by their pale sauce that was spilled on the table, and drew a sample from the pool. Is bitterly thinking on the substantial structure of life. Was it always so? It was always like this food taste? He looked around at the canteen. Low, crowded room, with walls, touches a myriad of dirty bodies, broken metal tables and chairs, placed so close together that you had to sit through clenched elbows, bent spoons, scoring on trays, coarse white mugs; all the fat in each crack dirt, and acidic smell of bad gin up, bad coffee, plehke food and dirty clothes. In the stomach and the skin is still got up sort of protest, the feeling that they are cheated on something to which you have every right to. It is true that something different is not remembered. In any time that he could accurately remember, there was not enough food, man has never had socks or underwear, that would not be full of holes, furniture has always been broken and majavo, rooms too heated, metro overfilling, dilapidated houses , Black bread, tea a rarity, coffee has had a taste of swill, there was a lack of cigarettes - and there was nothing cheap enough, unless artificial gin. And although of course everything is worsened when the aged man, is not a sign of things natural order, where this is celebrated at neudobju nausea, and lack of dirt, endless winters, the stickiness of socks, the lifts that never worked, cold water, roughly soap, decomposing cigarettes, food with a strange, bad taste. How could all this man felt as unbearable, unless grown in some ancient memory of himself that things were once different? Again, she looked round the canteen. Almost all the people were ugly and they were ugly even though they were dressed in anything other than the uniform blue overalls. In a remote corner of the room sat alone at a table drinking coffee and a small man, strangely similar to the bug, which he threw wary views here and there. How can you believe it, thought Winston, if you do not look around you, that body type that you put a lot of ideal - tall, muscular young men and prsata girls, blond, tough, sun-browned, complacent - there are even dominated . In fact, at least as far as he could judge people were mostly in Airstripu One small, dark and ugly. Interestingly, how these bogus grazed by ministry type: small, stocky man, who had already started farming at an early stage, short legs and quick movements, and the thick cepetajočih, incomprehensible faces with very small eyes. This was a guy who is under the jurisdiction of the Party probably best thrived. Communication with the Ministry of abundance ended with the trumpet call again and then left town brass band. Parsons, which caused an avalanche of numbers vague enthusiasm, he took his pipe from his mouth. "Ministry of Plenty, this year, well done its work," he said, nodding her head expertly. "By the way, Smith, old buddy, probably do not have any razor blades, which can give it to me?" "Neither one," said Winston. "Also, I use the same for six months." "Well, yeah - I just wanted to ask, dude." "I'm sorry," said Winston. Gagajoči vote at the next table, which is the report from the Ministry temporarily paused, again spoke up as loud as possible. Winston suddenly detected in the mind of Mrs. Parsons with her hair and dust sršečimi in the folds of the face. Within two years the children denounced by the Thought Police. Mrs. Parsons will evaporates. Syme will be vaporized. Winston will be vaporized. O'Brien will evaporate. Parsons, by contrast, will never evaporate. Small, beetle-like men who watch both labyrinthine corridors skakljajo Mon Ministries, also will never evaporate. And the girl with dark hair, those from the Department of Literature - she will never evaporates. It occurred to him that instinctively knows who will survive and who failed, although it was not easy to say, what do you ensure their survival. At that moment it was violently grabbed from his dreams. The woman at the next table was partly turned and looked at him. She is the brunette. Watching him from the corner of the eye, but still unusually tense. As soon as she caught his eyes, looked away again. Winston is a patch on the back road. Circumvented by the terror of death. Passed almost immediately, but left the discomfort it exciting. Why are you watching? Why do you pursue? Unfortunately he could not remember, or has sat on that table when he came, or came later. However, yesterday, during the Two Minutes Hate was sitting just behind him, not that it would be really necessary. Very likely it was the real purpose is to listen and make sure that loudly enough vanishes. Earlier thought he was restored: State may not be exactly the Thought Police, but it is certainly an amateur spy, but the most dangerous. He did not know how long has he been watching, but may have five full minutes, and it is possible that their neglect is not entirely dominated. Terribly dangerous it was left to his own thoughts in the public or anywhere within range of the screen. The smallest thing that can be issued. Nervous shocks, unconscious anxious glance, a habit that mrmraš himself - everything cikalo the abnormality or that something hiding. In any case, the inappropriate expression of the face (look at the disbelief declaring victory, for example) in itself constitute a criminal offense. In Newspeak it was even a term for it: read the zlolice. The woman turned him back again. Maybe he did not pursue it, perhaps it is only by accident two days ago was sitting so close to him. He extinguished the cigarette and put it carefully on the edge of the table. Following work by the end of the smoke, if he managed to keep the tobacco in it. The man at the next table was quite likely to spy the Thought Police, and it is possible that in three days in a cell of the Ministry of Love, but squeal not lose. Syme has stirred my piece of paper and put it in your pocket. Parsons began to speak again. "Did I ever rules, dude," he began, režeč with pipe in mouth, "how it was when my kids were old burnt branjevki wing, since it saw a sausage wrapped in a poster of Big Brother?" "They crept to her and her setting fire to the matches." "Pretty severe, the burn, I guess." "Little barabici what?" "Impressed and when the devil!" "First-class by train today with spying - even better than in my days." "You might think, what they served last?" "With trumpets for ears to eavesdropping at the door." "The girl is brought home one last time - it tested on our living room door and found that they can hear twice as much as the ears on the lock." "Of course this is just a toy. "Yet, they instilled the correct idea, right?" At the moment it hit the screen with penetrating whistle. This was a sign of return to work. All three of them jumped to his feet to join the battle around the lifts, and the remaining tobacco fell out of Winston cigarettes. Winston wrote in the journal: It was three years ago. One dark night in a narrow side street near a large railway stations. She was standing near the street lamp below the threshold, which is just what gives the light. She is young, wholesale našminkan face. Actually, I was attracted lipstick on a mask Remembering whiteness and bright red lips. State Party šminkajo you never face. There was nobody on the road and no screen. She said two dollars. Go - For a moment he was too heavy to continue. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on them, press skušajoč shadow image, which is always returned. Overcame nearly insurmountable by the desire to scream out loud a dirty word. Or head to the wall Butala, overturned a table and start črnilnik out the window - in order to make an any kind of wild, noisy or painful thing that could erase the memory by the torturing. Your worst enemy, he thought, has its own nervous system. Inner tension may be at any moment turn into a visible symptom. He thought the man who a few weeks ago met on the street: Men's everyday appearance, Party member, aged thirty or forty years, tall and slim, with briefcase in hand. They were a few meters apart, which left him grimacing face some sort of spasm. That it happened again when they went straight past each other: he was the only shocks, the fast induction of a bang at the camera, but obviously normal. Remembered his thoughts at that time: this is the end of the poor. And it was appalling that the act was only probably quite unconsciously. The most serious threat of all was talking in his sleep. As far as he knew, but there is no way to precede zavaruješ. She took a deep breath and continued: I went with her through the door and across the yard in the basement kitchen. There is a wall bed and stood on the table is tight low light. Threw - Skominalo him. The hotel would pljuniti. In connection with the woman in the basement kitchen he thought of Catherine, his wife. Winston was married - that is to say that he was once married, probably still, as far as he knew his wife had not yet died. He seemed to breathe again warm breath zatohli basement kitchens, consisting of the smell of bugs, dirty clothes and vulgar, cheap perfume, but nevertheless attractive, since it did not apply any perfume partijka, or you can not imagine that him. Only Eden has applied perfume. In his memory the smell of perfume was inextricably linked with adultery. When he went with that woman, it was a lapse in his first two years or something. It is dangerous, but it was not a question of life or death. If this came with a prostitute, it could mean five years in a forced labor camp: not more, if you are not yet committed any other offense. And the thing was pretty simple, considering that you can avoid zasačenju in the act itself. On the poorer quarters, the teeming with women who were willing to sell. Some you can buy a bottle of gin in which the Raja could not drink. The game is secretly even encourage them to prostitution, because it had a valve on instincts that can not be completely suppress. Just did not mean much zakonolomstvo until it was secret and neosrečujoče, and if they were in it complicated women from poor and despised class. Unforgivable crime was promiscuity between Party members. However - although it was one of those crimes, which were all defendants in large purges, without exception, to recognize, it was difficult to imagine that such things really happen. Not as much as erotic love is the enemy, whether it be inside or outside the law. All laws of partijci had approved for this purpose and consists of the Board - although not the principle of never publicly announced - permission was always refused if the couple is calling any impression that a mutual physical attraction. The sole objective of the law recognized the children for a job ploditev lot. On the sexual relations were to be seen as a slightly disgusting minor operation, such as injection. Even this was never openly said the word, but in a direct way, these are each partijcu vcepljali from childhood onwards. They had even specific organizations such as the Junior Anti Association, which advocated complete celibacy for both sexes. All children should be sired by artificial insemination (Arts in Newspeak) and brought up in public institutions. Winston knew that this was not quite serious thought, but somewhere concur with all the party's ideology. The party tried to suppress sex drive, or it if it's not able to suppress, distort and least contaminated. He did not know why this is so, it seemed it was only natural that both should be. And as far as concerned women, efforts were very successful batch. Again, the thought of Catherine. It must have been nine, ten, eleven years, they broke up. It is curious how seldom he thought it. Sometimes it can be for whole days forgot that he was ever married. Together, they were only about fifteen months. A lot did not allow divorce, but almost encouraged walk in cases where there were children. Catherine has been high, blonde, beautiful girl very natural movements. She is proud aquiline face, a face that a man had all the aristocracy until they had discovered that behind him as little as possible at all. Very early in their law, it is found - though perhaps just because he knew it zaupneje than others - that without exception the most stupid, vulgar, empty head, he had ever met. Neither one had thought in my head, which would be the password, and there was no nonsense at all, which would not be able to swallow, if it has lot to offer. "Live tape", he called himself. But could be broadcast live with it, except for one thing - sex. So much that is touched, it seemed to be threatened and rigid. Hugging her was like hugging the wooden statue. And most surprising was that: even when it is pressed to her, he had the feeling that while you push off with all your strength. This conclusion has worked due to the rigidity of their muscles. Nevertheless, could be transferred to live with it, it would have been agreed upon, to live in celibacy. Oddly enough, however, Catherine refused. They must, she said, if possible, to make a child. Thus, the show continued, regular once a week, if not impossible. She was even a habit, it has reminded this morning as something to be done and what should not be forgotten. The two had words for it. One was "working children" and others "our duty to the Party '(yes, it really has used this phrase). Soon coming to that, it has a real feeling of horror came over once again come out the day. Fortunately, there was a child and eventually the two agreed to stop trying, and soon thereafter they broke up. Winston sighed inaudibly. He took his pen and wrote: She threw it on the bed, and suddenly, without any introduction, the most coarse, horrible way that you can imagine, raised wing. I - I saw it, standing in that dim light of lamps, the smell of cheap perfume and the bugs in the nostrils and with a sense of defeat and hatred in his heart and this moment is even mixed with thoughts on Katarinino white body, which froze the hypnotic power of the Party always. Why must be always so? Why can not women have their own, instead of these dirty chip every few years? But the real love affair, it was almost incomprehensible thing. Partijke were all the same. Purity of them was almost as deeply engraved as the Party loyalty. With careful and early preparation, games and cold water, the nonsense with which they are fattened by the school, the Spies and Youth on, with lectures, parades, songs, slogans and marches is a natural sense of them disappeared. His intellect rules that must be some exceptions, but his heart did not believe this. They were all impregnable as it provided for a lot that they should be. And what makes you wanted even more than this, that would be loved, was that this wall would be spent virtues, even if only once in a lifetime. Successfully played the sexual act is rebellion. Lust is a thought crime. Even that would wake Katarina when it was available, would be similar to the seduction, though it was his wife. But it was necessary to write a sequel. He wrote: I am the light privileges. When I saw the light - After these, the Borna light paraffin lamps seemed very strong. For the first time a woman may be completely seen. He made a step toward her and then halted, full of lust and terror. Sore he knew he risked much when he came here. If the left does not do that, what makes it come to me -! It must be noted, must be izpovedano. Suddenly, in the light of his lamp revealed that the old woman. Both had lipstick wholesale namazano the face that she worked the impression that they can break a cardboard mask. Had no teeth at all. He quickly wrote the script čečkajočo: When I saw the light was quite an old woman, at least fifty years old. Nevertheless, I carried out. Again he pressed his fingers on the eyelids. Finally, he wrote, but nothing has changed. Therapy did not work. Need to loud screaming dirty words, was as strong as possible. "If you hope," (he wrote to Winston), "depending on the preferred." If it was something of hope, it should be raji, because only in those crawling, omalovaževanih sets, petinosemdesetih percentage of population of Oceania, could be developed when the force that would destroy the game. From inside it was impossible to overthrow. Its enemies, if enemies had not given any opportunities to do without, or at least recognize each other. Even if the legendary Brotherhood really existed, which was hardly possible, it was inconceivable that its members can gather in greater numbers than two or three. Resistance is already eye view, the slope of the voice, in the worst case happens zašepetana word. But when paradise would be somehow aware of its power, it would not be concealed. It should only be raised and wreaking a horse, when to get rid of flies. If you want to have tomorrow morning Parthia shatter into pieces. Surely sooner or later they must come to believe that this should be done. And yet -! He recalled how he once walked down a street full of people yelling sharply when hundreds of votes - votes of women - burst from a side street a little further. He was powerful, scary scream of rage and despair, deep and loud "Oh-ooo-oh!" Which has spread as brneče bells echo. His heart soared. It started! he thought. Resistance! Eden finally frees! When it got there, he saw a crowd two hundred, or three hundred women crowding around the stalls at a street market with such sad faces, as they were sentenced passengers on the ship is sinking. But in this moment, the despair was universal set of individual arguments. It seemed that one of the stalls selling tin pans. They were weak and worthless goods, but any type of container kitchen has always been difficult to obtain. Now, the stock went up unexpectedly. Successful women who are pushing other suvale and have tried preriniti away with their pots together, while dozens of other stands around the condemned, accusing the trader to give some advantage and that has some in stock somewhere in the pan. Again, the spillover cries. Two razdrahani woman, one of them was dissolved hair, grabbed the same pan and tried to pull each other out of hand. For the moment they pulled it, then drop off the handle. Winston watched them with disgust. And yet, only for a moment, what almost sounded outrageous power in that cry from only a few hundreds of necks! Why can not cry for what never mattered? He wrote: Until raise the awareness, will never be resisted, and until they resist, they can not come. This, he thought, would almost be a copy of what the party textbook. A lot, of course, claimed that Raja freed slavery. Before the Revolution the hideous oppression by capitalists, starving them and bičali, women are forced to worked in coal mines (the fact was that women are now working in coal mines), children in the age of six years to sell the factory. At the same time, in accordance with the principles taught dvomišljenja lot to the poorer quality of paradise by nature and should be held in susceptibility and animals, while applying a few simple rules. Indeed, it was on raji very little is known. Many know it was not even necessary. As long as they worked and the fetus was the second of their business is irrelevant. Left to themselves as animals, which was lost somewhere in the plains of Argentina, have been reimbursed to the one style of life that seemed to them natural, and to a certain ancient model. Were born and grow in the mud, began work at twelve years, went through a short flowering period of beauty and sexual lust, married in their twenties, their thirties were living in the middle of the sixties and most of them died. Heavy physical work, caring for the home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer and gambling as charges primarily by domestic horizon. Stick them under the supervision was not difficult. It was not desirable to have strong political feelings paradise. The only thing that was asked of them was a primitive patriotism which has been raised, if necessary, to agree to longer working hours or less meals. And even when they became discontented, as has sometimes happened, not their discontent led nowhere, because since they were without general ideas, focused only on their small, specific problems. Greater evil are always overlooked. The vast majority prefer to have no telekranov in private homes. Even the civil police is they only rarely intervened. Crime rate in London was extremely high, the whole world in the middle of the world of thieves, bandits, prostitutes, drug traffickers and rogue traders of all types, but since all this happened only during the Raja was not nothing matter. All issues should have been permitted to act following code ancestors. Sexual puritanstva Party not imposing them. Promiscuity was not criminal, divorce was allowed. After that, it would be permissible for religious worship, if any paradise revealed that he needs or wants. They are beyond suspicion. As the batch read password: "Raja and animals are free." Winston leaned over and gently scratched his varicose structure. Again he began srbeti. Thing to which I return again and again, was that you could know what was life before the revolution really is. From the table drawer he took a copy of the child history textbook, which she had borrowed from Mrs Parsons, and began to replace the passage in his diary: "In the old days" (the newsletter), "before the glorious Revolution, London was not so nice place, as we know it today." "It was dark, dirty, poor place where hardly anyone had enough to eat and where hundreds of thousands of people had no shoes on their feet, or a roof over their head." "Children no older than you are now, they had to work twelve hours a day to cruel masters, who were beaten with whips if they worked too slowly and fed them only bread with dry crust and water." "But during all this great distress, there were some big, powerful and beautiful houses where rich people lived, who had even thirty servants that took care of them." "These rich men were called capitalists." "These were thick, ugly people with Lokve faces, such as the guy in the picture on the next page." "You can see that is wearing a long black coat, who was called a tuxedo, hat and a strange luminous tubes, which it said cylinder." "This was the uniform of the capitalists, and no one else was allowed to wear it." "Capitalists have had everything in the world and all the other men were their slaves." "Their property was all the earth, all the houses, factories and all the money." "To them who was not docile, they could throw in jail, or take his job and starve him to death." "Where is what ordinary people talk to capitalists, he had to do a tribute pripogniti and detached his hat and addressed him with" sir "." "The chief of all the capitalists was called the King, and -" But it was able to list the rest of the brain. Those bishops were still in their sleeves batistnih, judges in hermelinastih dresses, Pillory, stocks, implements of torture Mill, cat of nine tails, Lord Mayor and the banquet will Pope kissing the feet. It was also something they called jus primae noctis, which in the children's textbook is not likely to be mentioned. This was the law under which every capitalist had the right to sleep with every woman who has been employed by one of its factories. How could you know how much of it is a lie? Perhaps it is true that the average man is now better than before the revolution. The only evidence to the contrary was the mute protest in your own bones, I feel that the situation in which you live, and that is intolerable in a different time should be different. Struck by is that modern life is not really characterized by its cruelty and insecurity, but simply its poverty, the soil and indifference. If you look around you, life is not like I'm lying or that have telekranov usipale with, let alone the ideals pursued by the parties. His major works was even a member of the Party is neutral and nonpolitical, concern is depressing grind Mon services, fighting for space in the underground railway, worn socks, cursing, begging for saccharine tablet, saving Ciki cigarette. Model, which is delineated by lot, was a huge, horrible and brilliant - a world of iron and concrete of monstrous machines and terrible weapons - people warriors and fanatics, marching in perfect uniformity, thinking the same thoughts and vzklikajoč same slogans, is constantly at work , warfare, winning and persecution - three hundred million people with a single face. The reality was collapsing, dirty city, where they crowded here and there under-fed people in the perforated shoes, patched in the nineteenth century houses that still smelled of cabbage and broken toilets. It seemed to him to see the image of London, a vast, ruined, countless city garbage mixed with the image of Mrs Parsons, women plowed sršečimi face and hair to be helpless dealing with clogged sink. He leaned back and scratched his varicose tvoru. All day and night they beat the ears picked up by statistical evidence that people have more food, more clothes, better houses, better recreations - that they live longer, they have a shorter workday that are bigger, healthier, stronger, happier, more intelligent and better educated than people fifty years ago. Not a word of which we can not prove or disprove. A lot, for example, argued today that forty percent of literate adults, rather, before the Revolution, they said, that figure was only fifteen percent. The party contended that the mortality of children today only stošestdeset promilov, while the revolution was three hundred - and so on. It was like equation with two variables. Quite possible that each word in the history books, even those adopted by an unqualified person, pure fiction. As far as he knew it was not may never of such laws as primae noctis jus or such beings as capitalists or of such clothing as the cylinder. Everything was shrouded in fog. The past has been deleted, forgotten was that it deleted, lie became truth. Only once in a lifetime he had - after the event: this is important - concrete, unmistakable evidence of embezzlement. He held it in the hands of the whole thirty seconds. It had to be in 1973 - certainly around the time they broke up with Catherine. But one important date was seven or eight years before that. The story really started in mid-sixties, during the great purges happened, in which the original leaders of the revolution once and for all removed. By 1970 it was no longer any of them, except Big Brother himself. All others are to be declared traitors then and kontrarevolucionarje. Goldstein has escaped and is hiding the unknown whereabouts of the others are some short and some have disappeared, while the most spectacular public executions Mon processes, which have admitted their crimes. During the last survivors were three men with the names of Jones, Aaronson and Rutherford. It must have been in 1965 when they were arrested. As has often happened, for one year or more have disappeared, that it is not known whether they are alive or dead, and then were suddenly born again of the fact that the accused in the normal way. They recognized that they spy on the enemy (even at that time the enemy was Eurasia), acknowledged that the poneverjali public funds, various security members killed lots, conspiracy afoot against the leading role of Big Brother, which began long before the revolution succeeded and designed by various acts of sabotage, which caused the death of hundreds and thousands of people. Then, when all is acknowledged, were freed, then taken by the party and gave them positions that were actually sinekure, but they sounded important. All three were written long articles for the newspaper brokenhearted, in which they analyzed the reasons for apostasy and promised that the poboljšali. Some time after releasing the Winston all three saw the cafe under the chestnut. It resembled the kind of fearful enchantment, with which she watched from the corner of his eyes. They were much older than him, the remains of the ancient world, almost the last great characters, who are still remaining from the heroic early days of lots. It still handles them slightly underground fame and Civil War battles. He had the feeling, though already at that time facts and dates have become doubtful that he knew their names before the name of Big Brother. They are the Outlaws, enemies, shall be inviolable, and with all certainty doomed to fail within a year or two years. Nobody who has ever fallen into the hands of Thought Police, has never escaped. There were dead bodies, waiting to be sent back to the grave. There was nobody at the tables near them. Neither the fact that these are only seen in the vicinity of such people, it was not wise. They sat in silence before glasses of gin spiced with žbicami carnation, which was a specialty coffee shop. Among them is made the biggest impression Winston Rutherford. Once he was famous cartoonist, and his crude drawings have helped encourage public opinion before and during the revolution. Even now, the few times in his cartoons in the newspaper occurred. They are just a simple imitation of his earlier drawings, strange non-life and convincing. Always only repeat old themes - housing pathetic, starving children, street battles, capitalists in the cylinders - it seemed to be on the barricades the capitalists even forming their cylinders - endless and hopeless attempt to return to the past. He is a huge mane man with greasy, gray hair and wrinkled face puffy and protruding lips. His time had to be incredibly strong, but now his body went to break, it tended, napihovalo and disintegration in all directions. Gave the impression that they collapse before his eyes, as if the mountain crumbles. It was the fifteenth time lonely. Winston is now no longer remember how that was at such a time in a cafe. The restaurant was almost empty. Pločevinasta cingljala music from the screen. Three men were sitting almost motionless in his corner without saying. The waiter brought them a new cup of gin, although they have not commissioned. On the table was the chessboard with the set pieces, but no one has entered the game. And then, perhaps only fully half a minute, it has picked up something happened. Melody, who have played, it was also a change and also tons of music. It generally has vdrlo - but it's hard to describe. It was a strange, broken, rigajoča ironic note, Winston was appointed to carry yellow note. And then he sang a voice from the screen: The three men did not even move. But when Winston glanced again failed in Rutherford's face, he noticed that his eyes full of tears. And for the first time he had noticed with some kind of internal terror, but not knowing what horror it is to have both Aaronson and Rutherford, broken noses. Shortly thereafter, the three imprisoned again. He seemed to have taken part in the new plots as soon as they are released. In the second process were again recognized by all the old crimes and a whole series of new ones. They killed them and their fate was recorded in the histories of party as a warning for the future. About five years after 1973, Winston developed a bunch of documents that have just fallen from the pneumatic tube on his desk when he came across a piece of paper, which apparently slipped seamlessly between the second and then forget it. In the same moment, when he straightened, is realized its importance. It was half a page torn from the newspaper about ten years ago - the upper half of the page so that it bore the date - and it was a photograph of delegates to the party meeting in New York. In the middle of a visible stand Jones, Aaronson and Rutherford. Could not miss it, even as they were signing their names under the image. The thing was such that all three processes at both admitted that they were at that time the Eurasian territory. The secret airport in Canada flew to a meeting somewhere in Siberia, and there consulted with members of the Eurasian Chief of Staff, which issued some important military secret. The date is seared in memory of Winston, because it was accidentally on Midsummer day: but all the story had to be recorded in a myriad of other places. Possible there was only one conclusion: confessions were false. Of course, this in itself has not been any discovery. Even at that time did not represent you, Winston, that the people who have disappeared in the purge, I committed all the crimes which have been found guilty. But this was concrete evidence, it was a bit overcome the past, like fossil skeleton, which appears in the wrong layer and kills geological theory. That was enough to break the atoms of Parthia, if it were somehow the world can be published so people know what that means. At once he began work. As soon as he saw what the photograph and what it means, it is covered by a sheet of paper. Luckily it was picked for the wrong side, where it evolved. He put it on the knee pad and pushed a chair to the extent possible away from the screen. It was not hard to keep face faceless and if you tried, you even can control breathing, heartbeat but could not be controlled and the telescreen was sufficiently sensitive that it has detected. He left it at his discretion pass ten minutes, during which he is constantly tormented by the fear that it will be some chance - a sudden gust of wind across the desk, for instance - issued. Then the photo without her was again revealed, along with other securities and redundant memory hole appeared. Already the next minute it may be turned into ashes. That was ten, eleven years ago. Today, I would probably keep that photo. Interesting that it is the fact that he had held in his hands, it seemed important, even now, when the photo itself and the event, which is illustrating a memory. Are you lot less mastered the past, he wondered if a piece of evidence which has now been abandoned, once really was? But today, a photo, if it should be in any way to revive from the ashes, perhaps not even the evidence. Even then, when he experienced his discovery, Oceania was no longer at war with Eastasia Eastazijo and agents had to be one of the three dead men betraying their motherland. Since then, much has changed - two, three changes - he could not remember how many there were. Very likely they were written confession over and over again until the original facts and dates have not had the slightest interest more. The past not only has changed, but it was constantly changing. But most of it is more oppressed than the nightmare that is never clearly understood why they were necessary gigantic swindling. Direct benefits of the past were false obvious motives and mysterious end. He took out his pen again and wrote: I can understand how, but I do not understand why. He asked, like it was wondered so many times before, or perhaps insane. Perhaps it is simply madness that belong to a minority, which has a single man. Once there was a sign of madness, if you believe that the earth revolves around the sun, but today, if you believe that the past is immutable. Perhaps he was the only one who so believes, and if only one is insane. However, the idea that the insane, it is not a serious worry, it was just terrible that might interfere. He took the children's history book and looked at a portrait of Big Brother on the first page. Hypnotic eyes glaring at him. It was as if it presses a huge force - something that is inside the skull prodiralo, butalo the brain, so much horror, that you doubt about their own beliefs, something that is so prepričevalo, almost denied that what they transmitted by the senses. The game will eventually announce that two and two and five, and have you going to believe it. Inevitably had to take this claim sooner or later: the logic of their position requires Tues Their philosophy is not only quiet zanikavala validity of experience but also the existence of objective reality. Savvy was krivoverstvo of heresies. And it was not scary is that these will be killed because you think otherwise, but that may have also. After all, how do we know that two and two is four? Or that the force of gravity works? Or that the past is unchangeable? If the past and the objective world exist only in human consciousness, and if there is only consciousness can be controlled - what then? But no! It seemed that suddenly it is the courage to grow spontaneously. In his mind swam O'Brien's face it, without any obvious trigger the association. With more certainty than before, he knew that O'Brien was on his side. A lot you talk to zavračaj what zaznavaš the eyes and ears. It was her final and most basic command. Heart is stopped when he thought of all the enormous power that is directed against him, the ease with which each party will be killed in an intellectual debate, the twisted arguments that will not be able to understand, let alone answer them. All the obvious, stupid and really has to be defended. Obvious truths are true, Stick with it! Real world exists, its laws do not change. Rock hard, water is wet, objects free fall toward the center of the earth. With the feeling that O'Brien says, but also raises some important matter axiom, he wrote: Freedom means freedom to say that two and two and four. If this is granted, all else follows. From somewhere to the bottom of the transition, swam in the street the smell of roasted coffee - real coffee, not Victory Coffee. Winston stopped involuntarily. For two seconds, may be repaid at the half-forgotten world of childhood. Then loputnila door and seemed to be a cut so sharp smell, as it was only sound. Has already walked a few kilometers of roads and in varicose tvoru kljuvalo him. For the second time in three weeks, late night at the Municipal center: unwise act because you can be sure that in the center carefully recorded number of visits. Fundamentally Party member had no spare time, it has not, except in bed, never alone. They claimed that when it does not work, or sleep, attend any class recreation are you doing anything that had a taste of solitude, even if you went for a walk by myself, it was always a bit dangerous. Newspeak had this expression: lastživljenje, and this meant individualism and eccentricity. But when evening came from the Ministry, seduced by the gentle air in April. The sky was blue and warmer than ever this year and the long night rounds in the Centre, boring, exhausting games, drills and grinding companionship, ginom podmazano with all this, it suddenly seemed unbearable. Instinctively he turned from the bus station and to wander in the maze of London, first to the south and then east, then north again, zgubljajoč streets in unknown and not cared to be the direction in which it is. "If you hope." He wrote in the journal, "depending on the preferred." Time and again returned to him those words, this finding secret truths and blatant stupidity. He was somewhere in the cloudy, brownish notorious neighborhoods, northeast of the place which was once the station St. Pancras. He walked cobbled street of small, two-story houses with broken front door which is opened directly on the pavement, and are strangely reminiscent of rat holes. Mon pressure between rocks are here and there lay a pool of dirty water. In house molding and along narrow dovozov that have been branched on both sides of the road were crowded into an amazing number of people - a girl in a flower-year našminkanimi lips and rough boys who chased girls, and puffy, racave women who have shown what the girls over ten years old humpbacked creatures that were on crooked legs shook her, torn and barefoot children, who have played extensively in puddles and then scattered at angry exclamations mother. What is the quarter windows in the street was broken and patched with cardboard. Most people did not think of Winston, some of them watched with concealed curiosity. Two faceless woman with red opekasto hands folded across aprons, are chatting in the doorway. Winston caught fragments of conversation when he approached. "" Yes, "I told her," all well and good, "I said." "" But if you were in my position would do the same thing I did myself. "" "" It may be criticized, "I said," but you do not have the same problems as me. "" 'Oh,' said another, "that's what." "Exactly right." Sharp voices are shut up, as if cut off. The two women in the studied silence the enemy when he passed. But that fact was not hostility, formerly a kind of caution, horror, as it went past the unusual animal. In these streets look at the blue overalls party could not be a daily thing. Indeed, it was unwise to have such a place to see if there never had any particular deal. I could have stopped patrols if they happen to come across it. "You can look at your papers, comrade?" "What are you doing here?" "When you go to work?" "Is this your usual way home?" And so on and so forth. Do not apply to any rule that you can not go home after an unusual way, but to discern the police is enough to attention. Suddenly the street upset. With all of the calls were coming deterrent. People have the rabbits run through the door. From the house a few steps through the Winston is a young woman jumped up, grabbed a small child who was playing in a pool of, wrapped her apron around him and shot back: all in a single travel of. The same moment a man in a black dress harmonikasti, which emerged from a neighboring street, ran towards Winston, and excitedly pointing at the sky. "Steamboat!" He called out. "Look, sir!" "Right there above your head." "As soon as the ground!" Nickname "steamer" is a paradise for some reason put on rocket bombs. Winston was thrown on his face like lightning. Raja had almost always right when they pointed to similar things. He seemed to have some kind of instinct that tells them a few moments in advance that there is a rocket, although the rockets supposedly flew faster than sound. Winston clasped his hands around his head. There was a thunder and it appeared that the pressure rises, brass lighter subjects Everyone burst out on his back. When he got up, he noticed that it is covered with pieces of glass with the nearest window. He went on. The bomb destroyed a group of houses two hundred meters away. Black cloud of smoke hung in the sky, above the cloud of dust and plaster, which has already gathered around the ruins of the crowd. On the road before him is a pile of plaster lying on the middle and can see live red herring. When he got there, he saw that the human hand, severed at the wrist. Apart from the bloody štrclju period was so white that is reminiscent of a piece of mortar. Kicked her in the ditch and to avoid the crowd, turned right into a side street. In three or four minutes he was outside the area damaged by a bomb, and dirty, lively street life continued, as it would not have happened there. It was already close to the eighth hour and beverage trade, was attended by Raja (designated by the "tavern"), were packed full of guests. Behind their dark swing doors are constantly opened and closed, came the smell of urine, sawdust, and sour beer. In the corner formed by the outwardly indented front house, were standing close to each other man was holding a folded central newspaper, which was examining the other two over his shoulders. Even before they approached Winston enough to see the look on their faces, it can be noticed zatopljenost line in each of their bodies. Certainly, they have some important news. He took a few steps away from them when the cluster is suddenly shattered and two men were violently quarreled. For a moment he even thought that there will be a shock. "Damn, but you can not hear what I say?" "I'm telling you that no number ending in seven, has more than fourteen months did not hit!" "Yes, it is hit!" "But no, not hit! "At home I have a whole bunch of them written on a piece of paper for more than two years." "I write it exactly like an hour." "And I say, no number ending in seven -" "Yes, Seven has won!" "Almost exactly what I can tell you damn number." "In four of seven nobody has ended." "It was in February - second week in February." "In February, telling you that my grandma." "All my black and white." "And I tell you, no number - ' "Oh, true language!" Said a third. Speakers on the lottery. When Winston walked thirty yards, he looked. We still have quarreled with vivid, passionate faces. Lottery with the weekly payment of enormous sums, was the only public event, which was seriously interested in paradise. Probably lived a few million instead, which was the primary lottery, if not the only purpose of life. She was their joy and insanity, and lessen their umstveno stimulant. When it was a lottery, they were even those who are barely able to read and write, able to intricate calculations and breathtaking good memory. Whole tribe of people have simply by selling systems preživljalo, predictions and lucky talismanov. Winston had nothing to do with the lottery, which is led by the Ministry of Plenty, but knew it was (actually they are all aware of this partijci) that mostly science fiction awards. Only small amounts are actually granted must, winners of major prizes were fictional people. Given that there were no real means of communication between one another Predel and Oceania, it was not difficult to arrange. But what if the hope was dependent on the preferred. This had to be fit. When you think created the word, it sounded reasonable, but when you look at people who are on the road to walk past you, this has become a matter of faith. From somewhere in front of him squeaky noise coming votes. Street has turned in a sharp corner and finished with a staircase that led to the low landscape alley, where a few branjevcev shirano selling vegetables. At this moment Winston remembered where he was. Alley leading to the main road and the first corner, or five minutes long, was starinarna, where he purchased the book that was now his diary. And in a small bookstore, not far from here, he bought a pen and a bottle of ink. At the top of the stairs for a moment. On the other side of the street was dirty, small restaurant with windows that are coated with ivjem seemed, in fact, they have been covered with dust. A very old man, bent over, a crisp, white mustache, which he stuck as cancer, has pushed the swinging door and entered. While he stood and watched it, it occurred to Winston that he was an old man, who had by now at least eighty, already middle-aged when the Revolution came. He and a few others like him, were the last remaining ties with the world of capitalism disappeared. In the Party itself and many people left whose ideas were formed before the Revolution. The older generation Sat swept the major purges in the fifties and sixties and the rare survivors were long ago intimidated into complete intellectual surrender. If anyone still alive who could give the right report on living conditions in the early centuries, it was only from the preferred. Winston suddenly came to mind that the history textbook excerpt from which it is transcribed in his diary, and crazy thought came over him. He went to the inn, took note of those obtained old man and asked him. I would say to him: "Tell me about your life when you were a boy." "What was in those days?" "Were things better or worse than now?" Suddenly, it had no time for fear, he descended the stairs and crossed the narrow street. This was obviously crazy. As usual, there was no explicit rule against talking to Raja and against going to their shops, but the action was far too unusual to be left unnoticed. If the patrols appeared, it could be argued the attack weaknesses, but it was not likely to believe him. Pushed the door and the hideous cheesy smell of sour beer hit him in the face. Once entered, the noise of the votes decreased by about half. On the back it can feel that defy all the eyes in his blue overalls. Play with arrows, which they threw at the other end of the room for a whole thirty seconds expired. The old man, whom he pursued, was standing at the bar table and argue with the innkeepers, big and fat young man with a large, hooked nose and huge hands. Bunch of others who were standing around with cups in their hands, watching the scene. "I asked politely enough, right?" said the old man straightened his shoulders and aggressively. "You say you do not have any policy in this whole damn brewery?" "What the hell are the police?" the innkeeper said, leaning to the ends of your fingers on the counter. "Damn it!" "It has to restaurateurs, but does not know what the policy is." "The police, half of the card and four quarters make a gallon." "The second time I have to learn the alphabet?" "I have never heard of them," the innkeeper replied briefly. 'Litre and half a liter - that's all what we offer. " "Glasses are a shelf in front of you." "I want ones" the old man insisted. Clean can be poured my shelves. " "When I was young, we had these fucking liters." "When you were young, we were all still on the trees," said the innkeeper and other guests nodded. Clutches of the laughter and it seemed that the embarrassment caused by the arrival of Winston, has disappeared. White hairy old man's face was flushed pink. He turned, mrmrajoč himself, and won the Winston. This took her by the arm. "Can I ask you a drink?" he said. "You are friendly," they said, straightening his shoulders and back. It seemed that he did not notice the blue overalls Winston. 'Cops' is aggressively adding innkeeper. "The police wallopa." The bartender poured twice for a half liter of beer in a dark brown thick glass jar in which it is rinsed in a bucket under the counter. Beer was the only beverage you can get at the inn for Raja. Raja could not file the gin, but in practice a very simple way to get him. The game of throwing darts again razživela and a group of men in the bar table, opened the conversation about lottery tickets. Winston presence was forgotten for a moment. Under the window was a table, which would be an old man could talk without fear of anyone listening. This was terribly dangerous, but at least the screen in the room there was, to be sure Winston as soon as he entered. "Could I poured some dangerous ones" grumbled the old man, when he placed his glass ahead. "Full Lite is too much." "Hit me in the bladder." "Not to mention the price." "Great changes have you seen since you were already young," he said tipajoče Winston. Pale blue eyes old man is looking at točilno target table and from the door toilets for men, as one would expect that the restaurant is the place where changes have occurred. "The beer was better," he finally said. 'And cheaper! " "When I was young, it was light beer - wallop we told him - after four pence shelves." "This was of course before the war." "What war is this? ' Winston asked. "All war," replied the old man is vague. He raised his glass and straightening his shoulders again. "Well, I wish you good health!" Sharp mapped out his Adam's apple in the neck dry remarkably quickly began moving up and down and beer is gone. Winston went to the bench and returned with new pollitroma. It seemed that the old man forgot his prejudices against the whole one liter. "Many of you are older than me," said Winston. "You had to be grown before I am born." "You can remember what it was in ancient times before the Revolution." "People my age do not know anything about those days." "Just can read about them in books and books which they say may not be true." "I would like to hear your effect on this." "Historical accounts say that life before the Revolution was completely different from today." "Yes, it was terrible oppression, injustice and misery - worse than anything you can imagine." "Here in London, never a large crowd of people, from birth until death, did not have enough to eat." "Half of them did not have shoes on their feet." "They worked after twelve hours a day, left the school when they had nine years, ten by spalo in one room." "At the same time, it was something that few people, only a few thousand - were called capitalists - who were rich and powerful." "They had everything it was possible to have." "They lived in large houses with thirty excellent servants, vehicles have been around in cars and carriages četverovprežnih, drank champagne, wore hats - ' The old man is suddenly excited. "Cylinders!" "Špasno that you have mentioned?" "Just thinking I have not seen in cylinders." Clean out of fashion they came, yes. " "Last time I wore it at his funeral svakinje." "And that was - I can not tell you the date, but it must have been fifty years ago." "Of course it was only borrowed for the occasion, as you understand." "This is the cylinder is not very important," he said Winston patiently. "The thing is that these capitalists - they and a few lawyers and priests and so on - all land managers." "Everything is there only for their own good." "You - ordinary men, the workers - have been their slaves." "They can do with you what they want." "Can you were transported like cattle in Canada." "You were sleeping with your daughters if they decided." "They can give you prebičati with what has been termed the" cat of nine tails. " The old man's face was again clear. "Lakaji!" He exclaimed. "Well, that word again, that is I have not heard." "Lakaji!" "It made me revert back to old times." "I remember - oh, this is a long time ago - that I sometimes went to Hyde Park on Saturday afternoon to hear those speakers." "They were from everywhere, from charities rimokatolikov, Jews, Native Americans." "One of these types - well, the name you would no longer be able to tell, but it was a really good speaker." "We have half enough said." "Lakaji," he said. "Lakaji bourgeoisie ruling class priliznjenci!" "Parasites - that was someone else." "And the hyenas - they really said hyenas." "It is linked to the Labour Party was the party, because you understand!" Winston had the feeling that talking past each other. "Do you act more human?" "In the old days people were rich, people at the top -" "House of Lords," interrupted the old man thoughtfully. "House of Lords, if you will." "What you wonder is this: Have you been able to have these people as less worthy just for this because they were rich, you poor?" "Whether it is true, for example, that you should tell them Mr. and rust hat when you go over?" It seemed that the old man deep thinking. Drank beer is what a quarter before he answered. "This was a sign of respect." "This I did not agree, but often I do it." "I had to, we could say." "And it was usually - just quote what I read in history books - it was customary for you to have these people and their servants pushed to the pavement into the mud?" "One shoved me once," said the old man. "I remember like it was yesterday." "He was a gentleman - in a white shirt, black jacket and the cylinder." "I was sailing all the way down the sidewalk and I accidentally pushed him into it." "He said, 'Why do not you watch, your step? "" "He says." "I said," You think you bought the damn road? "" "Well, in those days I was young and I wanted him mad -" Winston has taken on a sense of helplessness. The old man's memory was a single bunch of extraneous stuff. You could wonder all day, but did not know anything right. History of the party were in a sense, may still be true, may have even been completely true. For the last time he tried. "Maybe I was too vague," he said. "What we would like to say is this." "In 1925, for example, you were almost adults." "You can say so far is just remember that life was better in 1925 than it is today or worse?" "If you could choose, would rather live then or now?" The old man looked thoughtfully at the target. Drank his beer, more slowly than previously. When he spoke, his voice was patient, philosophical connotation, as it should omehčalo beer. "I know what you expect me to say," he said. "You expect me to say that again would be rather young." "Most people would say that they were rather young again, if they ask." "The man is healthy and strong, when the young." "When it comes to my age, is never quite right." "Sometimes my legs give damn, my bladder is not at all scary." "After six or seven throws me out of bed at night." "On the other hand, as well as some advantages when you're old." "You have more of the same concerns." "If we believe, for nearly thirty years I did not have women." "But I did not even want what is more." Winston sat on the windowsill. It was not worth it to continue. I just wanted to buy some more beer when the old man suddenly got up and quickly slipped into a stinking toilet at the other end of the room. Exceptional glass of beer is already working. Winston sat in a minute or two, staring into his empty glass, and hardly noticed when they have to rely feet out on the road again. After more than twenty years, he thought, the great and simple question: "Was there life before the revolution better than now?" finally no longer be answered. In reality, it has now been found to answer, because it was a handful of survivors from the old world unable to compare one period to another. Remember they have a myriad of trivial things quarrel with colleagues at work, hunting for a lost bicycle pump, the expression on the face of long-dead sister, vortices of dust from a windy morning seventy years ago, all the essential relevant facts have been out of the reach of their thoughts. They were like ants, which can see small objects and large do not. And when memory and terminate all written documents falsified - when that happened, then the claim of the Party, so as to improve the circumstances of human life, should be adopted, since no pattern or not, and it also never will, according to which this give a check. In this moment, the current abruptly interrupted his thoughts. He stopped and looked upwards. He was in a narrow street, where houses were among some dark mixed shops. Right above his head hung three colorless metal balls which looked as if it were always gold. He seemed to know the place. Of course! He stood before that starinarno, where he bought the book. He was afraid zbodel heart. But by the moment when he let her think that wander freely, spontaneously leg lead back here. Began writing a diary, precisely because it is hoped that this will protect against a similar suicide tendencies. At the same time he noticed that the store is still open, although the hour was almost twenty. The feeling that there will be less suspicious inside, rather than putting the sidewalk, crossed the threshold. If you wondered, would be likely to pronounce that he tried to buy a razor. The owner was just hanging lit oljenko, which came from an uncomfortable, a nice smell. He was a man about sixty years old, feeble and bent, long, benevolent nose, and with friendly eyes by thick glass naočnikov snack. His hair was almost white, thick eyebrows, still black. Glasses, precise gestures and soft, but that wore old fashioned coat of black velvet, gave him an intellectual look permanent, as would be the kind of writer or perhaps a musician. His voice was soft, as covert and he was correct, rather louder than most. "I realized you have to cry," she said immediately. "You sir are the one who bought the girl's memory book." "From a very nice paper was, indeed." "Cream-colored, as they sometimes say." "Such a paper no longer work already - oh, I dare say that fifty years have not." Is above the glasses squinted Mon Winston. "Do you want something specific, which can be served?" "Or perhaps you would like to just watch?" "I went past," he said Winston vaguely. "Just look at me." "I do not want anything specific." Apologetic is very quickly with a soft hand. "You see what it's like an empty shop, you could say." "Between you and me, antiques shop just before its end." "There is no longer in demand, but stocks do." "Furniture, china, glassware - all it takes is gradually destroyed." "And of course the metal edge is largely gone." "Bronze candlesticks have not seen for years." Small shops inside was full of really uncomfortable, but there was almost nothing that should have at least the minimum value. The surface soil was very light, since all around the walls stood innumerable dusty picture frames for. In the window were trays with bolts and locks, broken chisel, knife, pen with broken blades, old clocks, which are no longer even pretend to go, and a mixture of other ropotije. Only on the small table in the corner is a mess everything possible - paint cans to snuff, ahatnih brooches and the like - waking the impression that it contains something interesting. When Winston inspired by the table, his look drew a round and smooth thing that has soft lighting to light the lamp, and raised her. He was a heavy piece of glass, curved on one side, and on another level, so that almost created hemisphere. The unusual softness, like the raindrops, it was in color and glass processing. In her heart, plus a curved surface, it was a strange, pink, wrinkled thing reminiscent of a rose or a sea anemono. "What's that?" asked Winston is fascinated. "This is the chant," replied the old man. "She had come from the Indian Ocean." "Usually they incorporate into the glass." "This has not been done for less than one hundred years." "It appears, however, that earlier." "Wonderful it is," said Winston. Coughed it. "So if you happen to want to buy, you are subject to four dollars." "I remember times when force is read as a matter of eight pounds, eight pounds and has been - well, I can not be converted, but certainly a lot of money." "But someone today brigajo genuine antiques - even those few which are left?" Winston promptly paid four dollars to let the desired object in the pocket. What it is attracted to him, not so beautiful as the atmosphere, which seemed to have been held in itself a matter of fact that it belonged to a totally different era, like the current one. Gently, like raindrops glass was equal to any glass she had ever seen. The subject was again more attractive because of its apparent uselessness, though it could have guessed that they had set aside for a paperweight. In his pocket was a very difficult subject, but fortunately it did not make big bulges. It was very strange and even compromising that by owning a member of the Party. All old and therefore all was always a nice little suspicious. The old man has become noticeably more clear, when he won four dollars. Winston realized that he was agreed to in three or even two. "In one room is above, you might want to see," he said. "We'll help you with a flashlight, if we go up." He lit the other lamp and walked slowly back sključenim steep and rickety stairs and through the small hallway into the room, which was facing the street, but she looked at the paved courtyard and the forest of chimneys. Winston noticed that the furniture is still arranged as it would be if someone stayed in the room. The floor was a piece of carpet pogrnjen, painting or two on the walls, deep, stained chair, pushed to the fireplace. Antique glass clock ticking on the napušču chimney. Under the window stood a huge bed, which occupied nearly a quarter of the room and it was still the mattress. "We lived here until the woman's death," he said, half apologetically, old man. "Furniture a little bit of sales." "Well, this is a beautiful mahogany bed, or would be if we could drive the bugs out of it." "I would say is that you seemed a little awkward." Holding high the torch raised, in order to illumine the whole room, and in warm, bright room was unusually attractive. Winston thought crossed his mind that it would probably clean room can be rented for a few dollars a week, if they dare to take risks. It was a wild, impossible intention that it should be abandoned as soon as possible, a room is awakened in him a certain nostalgia, some ancient memories. It occurred to him that knows exactly how you feel when you sit in such a room in a chair with an open fire, with his feet on predpečniku and kettle on the hearth, itself infinitely, infinitely safe, no one watching, no, they do not vote pursued, no sound, except pripevanja basins and friendly ticking clock. "The screen is not!" He could not be uttered. "Oh," replied the old man, "I never have any of these devices." "Too expensive." "And I never felt the need for them." "Well, right there in the corner table is a beautiful conclusion." "Although you would need to insert the new rates, if you want to expend the desktop." In another corner stood a small bookcase and Winston to aim towards it. Was within her own ropotija. Books are also dug and destroyed as thoroughly as in the poor suburbs everywhere else. It is hardly likely that somewhere in Oceania, a book that was printed before 1960. The old man, who is still holding a torch, he stood before the picture in the dark red, which hung next to the fireplace, opposite the bed. "If you are interested to be an old engraving -" has reluctantly said. Winston was approached to look at the picture. It was a lithograph oval rectangular building with windows and a small tower in the foreground. Ran around the house and fence in the rear extension would cost something that looked like a statue. Winston has a few moments staring at the image. It seemed he was somewhat known, although the statue is not remembered. "The frame is attached to the wall," said the old man, "but you can unscrew it, I would say." "I know this building," he finally said Winston. "It is now a ruin." "Situated at the middle of the road in the right palace." "That's right, next to the Palais." "She was bombed - oh, many years ago." "Their times were the church." "The Saint. Klementinu Denmark, she said." He smiled apologetically, as if aware that it says something slightly ridiculous, adding: "Oranges and lemons, eat the bell at St. Klementinu!" "What's that?" Winston asked. "What goes on, I can not remember more, but I know that the candle ends here, that they devote to sleep, there is ax that these sectional doors." "It was kind of a game." "Hold the hand so that you can go below, and when they came to the ax here that these sectional doors are released and this time captured." Winston is a guess, which belongs century church. It has always been difficult to determine the age of a London house. For all that, it was big and powerful, if it was of course to look new, are automatically proclaimed that it was built after the Revolution, while anything that was obviously an older date, attributed to a foggy season, which was called the Middle Ages. For the century, capitalism was considered not to do anything, which would have any value. "I knew that this was when the church," he said. "But this really has much left," said the old man, "but now using for other purposes." "But what is already one song go?" "Aha!" "Do you already have!" "Well, it's everything I can remember." "Coin, it was a small coin, about such as a cent." 'Where was St. Martin? " Winston asked. "Sv. Martin?" "That still stands." "The victory of the market, in addition to the artists' gallery." "The building with a triangular lobby, and the pillars in front, but with a large staircase." Winston knew the place well. There was a museum, which they need the publicity for the exhibition of various types - models of rocket bombs and floating fortresses, wax images, which show the enemy atrocities and the like. "Sv. Martin in the Field, it usually say," said the old man, "though I do not remember that wherever there was a field." Winston did not buy the picture. This picture would have been even more inappropriate than to have a glass ball and it would be impossible to take it home, even when it took out of context. But now is a few minutes and talked to the old man, who, as he discovered it was not the name of Weeks - as we judge from the inscription over the shop - but Charrington. It seemed that Mr Charrington widower aged sixty-three years, and that this trade has been for thirty years. All this time he intended to change the name of izložbo, but has never come to this. Curiously enough, but when you talk to himself, you had the feeling that you really hear the bells, bells lost London that are here or elsewhere is still there, hidden and forgotten. It seemed to him to hear how onstranskega ringing tower with one after another. And yet it did not remember that ever in my life heard church bells ringing. He's gone from Mr Charrington and he descended the stairs to the old man would have not seen how to investigate the road before it crossed the threshold. Already decided that after an appropriate pause - what month, for example - and risking again visited the store. It may not even be more dangerous than the evening to avoid the center. Serious madness was that I came back after that, when he bought the book, without knowing whether the owner is stored securely. However -! Yes, think again, will be returned. He bought the other fragments of these beautiful ropotije. He bought the St. lithography. Clementina Danish, it took out a framework under suits and hidden away home. Dug the remains of those songs from memory Charringtonovega. Even a crazy plan to hire a room at the top of the stairs again for a moment his thoughts spreletel. For perhaps five seconds to make it a carefree enthusiasm and went on the road without having previously been at least glanced out the window. It came even to the improvised melody mrmrati - Suddenly it was ice and diluted blood guts. Figure in a blue suit came on the road, even tens of meters away. It is the girl with the Department of Literature, the girl with dark hair. Light is ugašala, but recognized it without problems. She looked him straight in the face, then quickly went on, as it would not be seen. For a few seconds Winston was too paralyzed to be able to move. Then he turned hard right and walked on, without noticing that goes in the wrong direction. However, it was resolved one issue. There is no doubt it was no longer that little girl spies on him. She followed him here, because it was not likely that pure accident after the evening walking in the same hidden unknown street, several miles away from any quarters, inhabited by members of the Party. That would be too great a coincidence. If it was really an agent of the Thought Police, or simply an amateur spy, fueled by great enthusiasm, it was barely significant. It was enough that watching him. It can also be seen that he went to the inn. Walking by the utrujala. Glass ball in his pocket at every turn to hit the leg and he was already half resolved to take it out and thrown away. The worst was the pain in the abdomen. For a few moments he had the feeling that he will die if they do not come quickly to the toilet. But in neighborhoods like there was no public toilets. After the cramp eased and it remained dull pain. Street was blind. Winston halted, stood for a moment, minded what to do, then they turn around and go back. When approached, it seemed to him that the girl was passed more than three minutes before and that it may be the course can become trapped. You could follow it until you can come to some peaceful place with a rock and crushed her head. Even a glass ball in his pocket would be heavy enough for that. However, soon abandoned the plan because even the thought of any physical effort was unbearable to him. He could not not go to hit the Sun. In addition, she was young and strong and to defend himself. It is also thought to be hastened in the Municipal Center and remained there until it closed, it would have to provide a partial alibi for the night. But this is impossible. Death fatigue came over him. He wanted to just quickly come home, sit down and be at peace. Time was already twenty-two and over, when he came into the apartment. At half-past midnight will be completely turned off the lights. He went into the kitchen and drank almost a full cup of gin victory. Then he went to the table in the alcove, sat down and took the book from the drawer. But it will not be immediately opened. At the telescreen while a female voice singing loudly rodoljubno song. He sat, staring into the marbled cover of the booklet and tried unsuccessfully to quash the voice of their conscience. Come pick you up at night, always at night. The best would be killed before they reach you. Undoubtedly, some do both. Many of the disappearances were actually suicides. But should you be desperate courage to kill you in a world where firearms were any quick or poison completely unattainable. With amazement he thought of the biological uselessness of pain and fear, the fraudulent nature of the human body, which remains frozen in numbness, just at a time when great effort is needed. It could be silenced girl with dark hair, if you only acted quickly enough, but precisely because of the extreme danger, it lost the power to act. Shock by the realization that a man in a critical moment will never fighting against an external enemy, but still only against his own body. Even now, under the influence of alcohol, he was blunt abdominal pain impossible to have consistent thinking. And as always, he thought, with all seemingly heroic or tragic situations. On the battlefield, in mučilnici to sinking the ship, the mission that bojuješ it is always forgotten, because they increase the body until it filled the entire universe, and even when you're never really the catalyst of terror or not tuliš of pain the lives of only a minute to minute struggle against hunger, cold or sleeplessness, an upset stomach or zobobolu. He opened the book. The important thing was that some records. The woman on the telescreen started a new song. He had the feeling that he looked in her voice as jagged fragments of brain glass. He tried to think of O'Brien, for which or whom the diary, but instead he began thinking about what will happen to him after they drove by the Thought Police. It would not be bad to you as soon as killed. Yes, they will kill you expect. But before death (nobody spoke about it, but everyone knew it) was in the process of recognition that you need to go through: crawling on the floor and rotenje to grace hreščanje broken bones, teeth and beat the bloody tufts of hair. Why has all this to pass, when he was still the same end? Why not be life for a few days or weeks to shorten? Nobody ever razkrinkanju escape and no one ever escaped recognition. Where are guilty of thought crime, it was clear that until one day you will be dead. Why then do you have this nightmare that is not nothing changed, threatening in the future? With a little more success than before you tried to evoke the image of O'Brien. "We are met in a place where there are no issues," it was said O'Brien. He knew what that means, I think is that knows. A place where no subject is an imaginary future, that man will never see, but pre-mystical experiences in some way. But the voice from the screen, it was banging in the ears, he could not follow the course of his thoughts. She put a cigarette between his lips. As soon as it is the language vsula half of tobacco, a bitter dust which was difficult to spit. The face of Big Brother swam into his memory and changed the image of O'Brien. Like a few days ago is now pulled from his pocket and looked at the coin. Stared at him grim, quiet, zavetniški face, but what a smile is the secret of dark mustache? As slow mrtvaško ring returned to him the words: "War is Peace" "Freedom is slavery" "Ignorance is Strength" It was mid-morning, when Winston left his room and went to the toilet. A solitary figure was coming towards him from the other end of a long, highly enlightened corridor. It was a girl with dark hair. Four days have passed since that night when he encountered it before starinarno. When she got closer, he saw that her right arm hangs in a loop, which is at a distance has been observed since it was the same color as her overalls. I guess he hurt his hand when it revolved around one of those big kalejdoskopov, in which "create" rough drafts for novels. It was at the Department of Literature everyday incident. They were maybe four feet apart when the girl stumbled and fell almost straight to the face. Wrung her sharp cry of pain. Certainly it fell straight onto the injured arm. Winston stopped. The girl sat up on his knees. Her face is so pale that it was milky white and his lips were in it look more red than ever. Her eyes gazed into his with such entreating expression that was more like fear than pain. A strange feeling stirred in his heart. Before him was the enemy, which serve him for life, before it was a suffering human being, perhaps with a broken bone. Already instinctively went to her to help her. The moment he saw the trap on his hand bandaged, he was, as it was felt pain in her own body. "Did you hurt?" he asked. "Nothing." "Just time." "As the good." Spoke as her heart pounded. Certainly it is strongly turned pale. "Did you break anything?" "No, I was getting good." "For a moment I was hurt, that's all." Thrusting him his free hand and helped her get up. In the face of her back and see some paint has been much more of Chile. "Nothing I did," the brief said. "Only in the wrist was almost hit." "Thanks, mate!" And with these words he left in the same direction as before to watch, when it was really nothing. The whole event could not take even half a minute. Do not allow these feelings are reflected on the face, it was a habit that has already reached the level of instinct, but otherwise they were standing when it happened, just before telekranom. However, it was very difficult not to show the current surprise, because in that second or two, when he helped her get up, he crushed the girl some time. There was no doubt that this was done intentionally. It was something small and flat. As he walked through the closet door, that thing shoved into his pocket and fingered it with your fingers. It was a piece of paper, moved into the cube. When he stood before the toilet by his fingers tried to unfold. Obviously it should be written in a message. For a moment he was tempted to put him into one of the shells and immediately read. However, this would be immensely crazy and it's good to know. There is no other room was where we may have been more convinced that this is observed continuously. His heart was thumping loudly horrific chest. Fortunately, the work which is currently occupied only a matter of routine, treatment of a long list of numbers that did not require special care. Whatever it was written on paper, certainly had some kind of political significance. As far as he could think of were the only two options. First, by far the most likely it was that the girl was an agent of the Thought Police, as he feared. It is not right to know why the Thought Police also chosen this way renditions of their messages, but probably already had some reasons. Thing that was written in the message may have been a threat, warning, command execution or suicide kind of trap. She has another, more adventurous option lift your head constantly, even though it has tried to suppress. Namely the possibility that the message did not come from the Thought Police, but on what ground organization. Maybe there really is a Guild! Perhaps it was a girl one of its members! This idea was clearly absurd, but it has crossed the head has that moment when he felt a piece of paper in his hands. Only a few minutes later he was thinking of other, more plausible explanation. And even now, although it is common sense said that the message is likely to mean death - it still did not believe the unreasonable hope persisted, his heart pounding and with great difficulty, the control of voice that he does not tremble when he muttered figures narekovalnik . The complete set of twisted and shoved it into a pneumatic tube. Eight minutes elapsed. You fix the glasses on his nose, sighed, and pulled myself to a new stack of work on top of which lay one piece of paper. Smash him. On it was written in large, plain fonts: "I love you." A few moments it was too osupnjen to do a thing to throw into the memory hole. When he did, although he well knew how dangerous it is to show too much interest, he could not resist the wish to be sure, or are there really those words. By the end of the morning, he worked with great difficulty. A lot worse things than to deepen it into a series of tiny errands, was the need to hide his excitement before telekranom. He had the feeling that burning fire in his belly. Lunch in a hot, overcrowded, noisy canteen was torment. He hoped that at least a little time alone at the lunch hour, but as it is perfect GOK-forced that sucker Parsons, whose sharp, almost dominated by the sweat of sheet metal and the smell of food which, as Martin talked about the preparations for Hate Week. Specifically, he was enthusiastic about the model of the head of Big Brother laminated paper, two meters high, which was prepared for this occasion spies in the trunk of his daughter. Winston is most annoyed that the flood of words hardly hear what Parsons says, and he had to constantly ask him to repeat some stupid comments. Once seen only in passing the girl who sat with two other at a table at the other rooms. She has that he can not see, and nothing more is looked in that direction. In the afternoon, it was znosneje. Immediately after lunch he got a delicate, difficult task, which took several hours and asked that pushes everything else. It was that tampered with a series of reports on the production of two years, to get the reputation of a vision, now suspected member of the Inner Party. This was an area in which Winston was good, and for more than two hours he managed to make the girl was completely removed from the mind. Then he recovered the memory of her face, and with his wild and unbearable desire for solitude. As long as he was not alone, it was impossible to think of developments. Tonight was one of his evenings in the Municipal Center. Swallowed in the canteen yet another piece of meat without taste, hurried to the Center, participated in the ceremony stupid 'discussion group', played two table tennis a lot, drank several glasses of gin and a half hours sat in the lecture entitled Angsoc in relation to chess. The soul has evolved from his boredom, but for now it is no longer had to get away with a night at the Centre. Looking at the words I love was born in him the desire to stay alive, and minimizes the risk of it suddenly seemed silly. Only the twenty-three when he was at home and in bed - in the dark, where you were safe even before telekranom until you remained silent - thinking she could. Be solved is very concrete problem: how to get in contact with the girl and how to arrange a meeting. She was not thinking about the possibility that what sets the trap him. He knew that this was not true, because of its manifest anxiety when he surrender message. Apparently it was scared to death, as well as could be. Even thought that rejected its bid, he barely fell from memory. In five nights, the dream that it would crush the stone head, but this was more important. He thought of her naked, young body, as he saw in a dream. He thought that was just as stupid as any other, that its head is loaded with lies and hatred, and her belly full of ice. Polotila it is a kind of shiver at the thought that they could lose to him, her young white body can be slipped. And it frightened him more than anything else, the possibility that you will consider if it does not easily come into contact with it. But the real obstacles which opposed the meeting, were enormous. It's like trying to make the chess move after you already opaque. Everywhere you turn, everywhere that he watched the screen. Actually, it came to mind all the possibilities to connect with her in those five minutes when he read his message, but now that he could think, it weighed one by one, as the president lay on the table a set of instruments. These types of meetings, as occurred this morning, certainly not be repeated. If it worked in the Department, it would be relatively easy, but about where to house the Department of Literature, had only a vague idea and there was no reason to go there. If I knew where he lived and when going to work, could be arranged a meeting somewhere on the way back home, trying to follow her home, but it would not be safe because it would mean postavanje before the Ministry, which would certainly be noticed. That would have sent a letter by mail, did not arise. All letters, it was not even secret, the mandatory opening. Actually, few people wrote letters. The message to be sent when were printed postcards with long lists of phrases and prečrtal're the ones who did not meet. However, do not know for dekletovo name, let alone to address. Finally he decided that it is the safest place canteen. If you can get only at the table somewhere in the middle of the room and not too close to the screen and talk loud enough noise around - if all these conditions lasted for thirty seconds to say, it would be possible to exchange a few words. A week later he was similarly troubled dream life. The next day she was in the canteen by the time he has left, because the whistle had already dropped. It was probably moved to another shift. They went past each other, without looking. The day after it was in the canteen at the usual time, but in the company of three other girls and just under telekranom. After three days of hopeless did not show up. His whole soul and body were filled with an unbearable sensitivity, with a kind prozornostjo that his every move, every sound, every touch, each word, which he had to speak or listen, meant death torment. Even in sleep, could not completely escape from her image. Log in those days did not pritaknil. If it where to save, it was only able to work where it is sometimes for ten minutes you can forget yourself. Neither had the slightest clue what happened to her. Nobody could ask. Maybe it evaporates, maybe she did commit suicide, maybe he was transferred to the other end of Oceania - and worst of all, it was likely that he has simply changed its mind and decided to avoid it. The next day he appeared again. Hands no longer bear the loop around your wrist and had bonded patch. Relief to see her again, it was so great that he could not resist and was motionless for several seconds looking. The next day he had almost managed to talk to her. When he came into the canteen, sat at the table, well away from the wall, and was completely alone. It was still early and the room was full. Nature has retreated all that time, when Winston was almost at the counter, but then stopped for two minutes because someone has complained before that it had obtained tablets saccharin. But the girl was still alone when Winston has provided a tray and walked to her desk. Precarious went against him, his eyes looking at what desk space for it. She was perhaps three feet away from him. We would need only two seconds. Then it is a voice behind him shouted "Smith!" He was not heard. "Smith!" Repeated the voice is louder. Nothing helped. He turned. Blond young man with a silly face, named Wilsher, who barely knew him, he with a smile of invitation on a blank space on your desk. It would be safe to refuse. As soon as they recognize that he could not sit at the table with the girl without escort. That would be too bodlo in the eye. With a friendly smile sat down. Stupid blond face was laughing at him. Winston had the illusion that his flat on Wednesday Zabad iceaxe. A few minutes later the table was already busy with the girls. But certainly it is seen that there is to it, and it may be to understand the hint. The next day, make sure to come soon. Of course it was back to almost the same table, and alone again. In a series before it was small, prompt, bug like a man with a flat face and small, suspicious eyes. When Winston turned away from the counter with a tray in his hands, he noticed that a little girl's husband due desk. His hope was in the water again. At the table a little further, it was a vacancy, but something in her husband's appearance is suggest that much attention to his comfort to the least busy desk. By zledenelim his heart Winston followed. It is meaningless if it does not get them. In this moment, it packs tremendous roar. Little man has landed on all fours tray flew far away and creek soup and coffee, the glass on the floor. Five seconds later, Winston razbijajočim heart of the girl sitting at the table. He did not look. He explained the tray and started eating. It was very important to speak immediately, before anyone comes, but again was seized by a strange fear. One week has passed since he was first approached. He changed his mind, he has certainly changed its mind. It was impossible that these concerns successfully completed, and such things in real life do not happen. Perhaps even avoid conversation, the moment when Sun saw Amplefortha, the poet with hairy ears, how a tray in the hands of the weak and looks around the room looking for where to sit. An unclear way Amplefortha dragged to Winston and sat down would surely his desk, when you saw him. Further it is perhaps only minutes to act. Both the girls are without a break to eat. Food before them was a rare sauce, bean soup actually. Winston spoke in a quiet whisper. None of them had looked up without stopping the run course bear in the mouth and the spoons exchanged some words with silent required, brezizraznim voice. "When leaving the work?" "In eighteen thirty." "Where can we meet?" 'Victory Square, near the monument. " "There is a full telekranov." "Never mind, if a lot of people." "What sign?" "Yes." "No closer to me until I see the crowd of people." "And I do not see me." "Just stay somewhere in the neighborhood." "When?" "At nineteen." "Okay." Ampleforth not saw Winston and sat down to another table. The girl is ate lunch and went, while Winston stayed to smoke a cigarette. No longer speak, and not, as far as possible, if you are two people sitting opposite at the same table, looking at each other. Winston was in Victory Square one hour prior to pick up. Postaval around the foot of the huge, scarred pillars, the top of the statue of Big Brother staring south toward the sky, where he beat Eurasian aircraft (a few years ago, this aircraft was eastazijska) in the fight to Airstrip One. On the road in front of him was a statue of a man on horseback, which is supposed to represent Oliver Cromwell. Five minutes after a certain hour, the girl has not yet occurred. Winston is again grabbed formidable fear. It will not come, he changed his mind! Slowly he walked towards the northern end of the market and the pale thrilled when he recognized the Church of St.. Martin, the bells, the bells still had were singing, "You owe me three coins. Then he saw a girl who was standing at the foot of the monument and Bralo pretvarjalo or to read a poster which has a spiral pillar ovijal around. It did not bring it safely so long as it would not be anything else people gather. Around and around the foothills have been picked. But at this point have somewhere to the left of the spillover shouting and noise of heavy vehicles. Suddenly, it seemed that all fleeing across the square. The girl was quick glass around the lions at the foot of the monument and joined the run. Winston followed her. When he ran after some zakričani observations concluded that passing parade of Eurasian prisoners. Large crowds of people had already closed down the south side of the market. Winston, who has been under normal circumstances, that kind of guy, always aiming to the outer edge of any crowd, the prerival, suval and paving the way you straight into the heart of the crowd. Soon it was only for the length of time away from girls, but the way it has closed a huge man and almost equally enormous woman, probably his wife, together they form the almost insurmountable wall of flesh. Winston turned sideways and the violent shock he was able to zrinil mednju shoulders. For a moment he felt as if his guts between two muscular hips pound to a pulp, but then, lightly sweat, worked through. He was also the girls. They stood shoulder to shoulder and stared at the two fixed ahead. Long procession of trucks in each of them standing upright in the corner of a soldier with woody face, he slowly retreated down the street. Sat sat on trucks, pressed close to each other, young men in tattered yellow greenish uniforms. Their melancholy Mongolian faces gazed casually horrific truck over the side. Sometimes when the truck shook, the iron zažvenketalo: all prisoners had shackles on his feet. Cargo for cargo sad faces than the scrolling. Winston knew that here, but he had seen only at intervals. Girl's shoulder and her right hand was pressed all the way to the elbow to him. Her face was almost close enough that you can feel its warmth. Immediately secured the situation, as it did in the canteen. He spoke the same voice as before brezizraznim. barely moving his lips, with feeble murmur that it is easy to override the noise and the rumble of trucks votes. "Can you hear me?" "Yes." "You can get in free Saturday afternoon?" "Yes." "After a good listen." With almost military precision by the surprise, he paved the way, he should go. Half an hour by train, the station turn left, two kilometers by road, the door from which a top latch; way across the field, with grass overgrown path, the path between the bushes, overgrown with moss dry tree. Speaker, as I had a map in my head. "Do you remember all this?" last murmured. "Yes." "Turn left, then right and then left again." "And above the door latch is missing." "Yes." "When?" "About fifteen." "You may have to wait." "I get there any other way." "Are you sure that you all remember?" "Yes." "Then go away as soon as you need." He had this to say. But this moment could not izmotati from the crowd. Trucks are still passing vehicles and people are still insatiable stared. At the beginning, we could hear some hiss and the whistling, but there is only the party members from the crowd and it was soon over. The prevailing emotion was simply curiosity. Foreigners, whether from Eurasia or from Eastasia, were a kind of strange animal. The man literally never be seen as various prisoners, prisoners and even just for a fleeting moment. Also, no one knew what happens to them except for those few that were lowered as war criminals, all others are short and few have disappeared, probably in a forced labor camp. Mongolian round faces are now confused more European, dirty, bearded and tired. Above overgrown cheek looked in the eyes of Winston, sometimes with strange intensity, and then disappear again. The procession went to the end. At the last truck he saw an older man whose face was osivelih mass of hair and is standing upright with wrists, crossed in front of him, as he would have been accustomed to be tied together. Was almost time for Winston and the girl are separated. But at the last moment when it is still clutching crowd, her hand sought his and pressed it on the fly. Not even ten seconds could elapse, however, they had but felt that their hands have long concluded. He had time to examine in detail in her hand. Explored the long fingers, round nails, calloused hand on the part of a series otiščancev, smooth flesh under the wrist. Although it is only fingered, would appear to meet. At the same moment he remembered, he did not know what color are its eyes. Were probably brown, but people with dark hair sometimes have blue eyes. You should contact your head and look crazy it would be inconceivable. With folded hands, visible among the crowd of bodies are motionless and looked ahead instead of the girl's eyes were out of the nest in Winston hair sad eyes gazed aged prisoner. Winston are paving the way for the track, grahasto sprinkled with shadows and light, and feet in a pool of gold, where the split bushes. Under the trees on the left was the floor covered with Bellflower. It seemed that air kissing your skin. He was the second in May From somewhere deep in the heart of the forest has occurred in feral pigeons cooing. He came a little earlier than the domains. On the road did not have any problems and the girl was so clearly experienced that was less frightened than he would otherwise. Presumably they can trust that it has found a safe place. In general, you could assume that the country safer than in London. For a distance of less than one hundred miles you did not need a passport approved, but sometimes postavale patrols around stations and reviewed papers to all members of the Party, which they have found, and ask awkward questions. However, no patrols had occurred and when he left the station, with hidden views over the shoulder, make sure that no one pursues. The train was full of summer weather due to a holiday mood instead. Wagon with wooden benches, where he traveled, he was fully charged with a single enormous family, grandmother of Eden to the one-month baby, all you have gone to relatives spent the afternoon at the provincial level and as openly explained Winston, črnoborzijanskega buy some butter. The trail widened and the minute he came to the track on which he rules, in fact, only paths for livestock, which has developed between the bushes. Hours did not have, but not yet able to be fifteen. Under his feet was so densely Bellflower, it was impossible not to pursue them. The knees and began to accumulate, partly because that would have passed the time, but also because it is vaguely felt that I gave a girl a bouquet of flowers when snideta. Gathered a large bundle and just vohal their soft, weak smell, the sound of an ice from behind, doubtless cracking twigs underfoot. Bellflower is further tearing. This was the best. It could be that it was a girl, but eventually it may catch up. Look would be to admit guilt. And tore one another. A hand to him gently down to the shoulder. He looked up. It's a girl. She shook her head, apparently as a warning that it should remain silent, then bushes and pulling them quickly along a narrow path paved path in the woods. Certainly this way earlier dating, because it was accustomed to ogibala swampy hollows. Winston followed her, still holding her bouquet of flowers. His first feeling was relief, but when he looked at a firm, lean body that is walking in front of him with a purple belt, just enough to blast the podčrtaval oblino her hips, the feeling came over his own inferiority. Even now it seemed entirely likely to be turned around, looked at him and finally left. Grace of air and green leaves are frightened him. Already on their way to stop the sun in the previous month gave him the impression that the dirty and pale, being confined spaces by London soot dust in sweat. Seglo it is thought that by now probably has not seen in the open, in full daylight. They came to a fallen tree on which he rules. The girl skipped and it is pulling the bushes, in which the transition was not seen. When Winston followed her, he realized that a natural clearing, a small grassy hill, surrounded by high, young trees, which was completely closed down. The girl stopped and turned. "Here we are," she said. He looked at it a few steps at a distance. And yet he did not have enough courage to approach her. "On the way I am going to say anything," he continued, "for example, where the hidden microphone." "I do not believe it, but he could be." "It is always possible to identify those sows your voice." "Here we are safe." I still did not have enough courage to approach her. "Here we are safe?" is stupid again. "Yes." "Look at the trees." They are small in autumn, which were once cut down, they run into a thick forest which can not be any thicker than your wrist. "Nothing is big enough to be able to hid the microphone." "Moreover I have been here." They just talked. He was succeeded in that, slid closer to her. She stood before him very upright, with a smile on his face, which was somewhat ironic, as they would be surprised why they do not care. Bellflower Everyone burst out at him from their hands. He seemed to have fallen by themselves. He took her by the hand. "Do you believe it," he said, "that, until now I did not know what color are your eyes?" They were brown, he noticed a rather bright shade of brown with dark lashes. "Now, you see, what I really can stand still look at me?" "Yes, very easy." "I am thirty years old." "I have a wife who can not get rid of it." "I have varicose veins." "And five of artificial teeth." "Not to me, however, could not be more," she said. The next moment, it would be difficult to say at whose initiative was in his hands. At the beginning did not feel anything other than pure unbelief. Young prižeto body was to his, dark hair was on his face, and yes! already turned face up and kissed your mouth is full of red. She wrapped his arms around his neck, called him a dear, mild, beloved. He pulled it to the ground, it was fully committed, we could have done what I wanted with it. The truth was that not feel physical desire, other than by operation, contact. All he felt was disbelief and pride. He was glad of what was happening, but had no physical desire. It is too soon, her youth and beauty are scared him, he was too accustomed to living without women - he did not know the reason. The girl rose and retrieved zvončnico with hair. She sat opposite him and put his arm around the waist. "We got all afternoon." "Is not it a wonderful place to hide?" "I found it when I got lost once on a team trip." "If anyone would come, you can already hear a hundred meters." "Juliet." "For you know." "Winston - Winston Smith." "How did you find out?" "I think I'm better in the identification of different things as you, dear." "Tell me what you thought of me before that day, when I gave you the ticket?" There is no need feel that she lied. She was even a kind of love that victims begin to tell the worst. "It seems that I could," he said. "I wanted to rape and then kill you." "Two weeks ago I seriously thought that they were smashed with a stone head." "If you really want to know, I imagined that you have something to do with the Mind Police." Joyful girl zasmejalo, apparently took it as recognition for the completeness of his conversion. "No, not to discern the police." "This is perhaps not you mean it?" "Well, maybe not quite that." "But after your general appearance - perhaps because you are young and healthy and Chile, because you understand - I assume that may be -" "You thought I was a good Party member." "Pure in word and deed." "Flags, processions, slogans, games, group excursions - all this bullshit." "And you thought that this, if it had the smallest opportunity, announced as a thought-criminal and those made to kill?" "Yeah, something like that." "The vast majority of these young girls, you know." "This is all because of these damn things," she said, and we tore off the purple band Anti Youth Alliance and threw it into the bushes. Then, as you would touch on some of the band reminded she reached into his pocket overalls and dragged out a small plate of chocolate. Broke it in half and give one piece of Winston. Even before he took it, knowing it is by smell that is very unusual chocolate. It was a dark and glossy, wrapped in silver paper. Chocolate is usually dark brown, broken thing that tasted so far as it is found just described, smoke burned waste. But once the chocolate tasted like it was that had given him. When it first poduhal, its smell is awakened in him a memory that he could not determine which was powerful and painful. "Black market," he replied carelessly. "Actually, I'm the kind girl who saw it." "I'm good at games." "I was wearing the spies." 'Carried out voluntary work for youth protispolno officers, three times a week. " "Hours and hours of their spending in these fucking Bullshit all over London." "Always wear a flag at the end of the procession." "I was always happy and never seen anything is not avoided." "He always howling wolves, say me." "This is the only way to make sure. The first piece of chocolate had melted on Winston language. The flavor was wonderful. But those memories are still stayed on the edge of his consciousness, something strongly felt but could not get in some form, as an object that you see the corner of his eyes. Pushed it away, knowing that this is the memory of an act which he would destroy them, but could not. 'We are still young, "he said. "Ten or fifteen years younger than me." "What you can see appealing to a man like me?" "It was something on your face." "I thought I would try it." "I Skilful in detecting people who are not true." "As soon as I saw, I knew you were against them." It has been seen, a party and in particular the narrow confines of a game, which is openly derisive talk of hatred, which caused a feeling of uneasiness in Winston, though he knew that there are safe if they do where they can be safe. Something that has surprised him on it, the roughness of its expression. The members of the Party is expected not to curse, and Winston himself very rarely cursed, at least not out loud. July was seen as not even to mention the Party, especially not the Inner Party, without using the words that you've seen the chalk written after gritty backdrop. Well, that was annoying him. This was just one sign of its resistance against the Party and all its methods and thought him a kind of natural and healthy as a horse shower, which povoha bad hay. They left the clearing and walk again through spreminjasto shadow hug around the waist, where it was not enough room to walk side by side may be. He noticed how much softer her body now that you no longer had the band. Not speak louder than whispers. Outside the clearing, it is better to go quietly. Soon they reached the grove obronek. She stopped him. "Do not go outside." "Can someone watching us." "We 're safe if we stay on the bushes." They stood in the shade. Sunlight that running through innumerable leaves, was on their faces are still hot. Winston looked at the other side of the box and experienced a strange, slow identify emotions. He knew by the look. Old, clean grazing pasture, the trail that runs through him and molehill here and there. Having broken lives adjacent to the opposite side were barely noticeable in the wind shook the branches of elms and their leaves are trembling slightly as women's hair strands. Surely must be somewhere near, but out of reach eyes, a stream with green pools where ducks swim. "What is a stream somewhere near here?" he whispered. "It is true that Brooks was here." "At the edge of another field at the bottom." "In it are pretty big fish." "You can observe how lying in pools under the willows and migajo with tails." "This is the Golden Land - almost," he murmured. "Golden Land?" "Nothing, really." "The scenery that you see sometimes in dreams." "Look!" She whispered in July. Redwood has descended to the bush or five meters away, almost at their faces. Maybe they were not seen. He had been in the sun, two of them in the shade. The wings spread themselves, then carefully folded back, his head bent down for a moment, as it turned out the sun sign of obedience, and then started from it put into song says Martin. In the afternoon quiet was striking power of his voice. Juliet Winston and hugged the two enchanted. Music flowed on and on, minute by minute, with astonishing variations, not to repeat, almost like a bird would deliberately razkazovala his artistic skill. Sometimes the Redwood stopped for a few seconds, and again spread themselves wings folded, inflated breasts, and then spotted singing. Winston watched it with an undetermined respect. For whom, why is that bird singing? None of the companies and no rival can not observe. What it is prignalo to sit on the edge of the forest and animals in an empty their music? He wondered if it is ultimately only somewhere near the hidden microphone. By Julia spoke softly in a whisper, not to catch what they said, but he caught the mash. Perhaps somewhere on the other end of what a small device, similar to the bug man zaverovano listen - listen to this. But gradually it all the flood of music drove out of my head thinking. As it was some kind of liquid that was shed over it and melted by solar light, which streamed through the leaves. He stopped thinking and merely felt. Motion of his hand under the girl band the soft and warm. He turned it around so that they stood chest to chest when, it seemed as if her body blended with his. Wherever you are moved his hand across the water as much as reluctant. Their lips were joined, it was completely different as the kisses exchanged by the previous year. Winston pressed her ear. "Now," he whispered. "Not here," she whispered. "Come back in hiding." "It is more secure." Quickly, the pokljanjem commas here and there, both feet on the way back to the clearing. When they were returned to the circle of saplings she turned and looked at him. Both are breathing rapidly, but in the corners of her mouth again showed a smile. She stood and looked at it for a moment, then pull the zipper on the suit. And true! it was almost like in his dreams. Almost as quickly as it was constituted, the drills with his clothes and when he threw it away, it did the same wonderful gesture, which appeared that denies the entire civilization. Her body is white lesketalo in the sun. But this moment is watching her body, his eyes were chained her face speckled with small, brave smile. Bow down to her and took her hand in his. "Is it ever did before?" "Sure." "One hundred and one hundred - well, many times." "The members of the Party?" "The Inner Party members?" "No, but these pigs have not." "But many of them that if they had the least opportunity." "They are not saints, such as work." Its heart soared. Everything was the smell of turpitude, it is always filled with a wild hope. When they could all become infected by syphilis gobavostjo or how I would do it! Everything Corrupted, poor, undermining! Pull it down, so that the knees with his face against her face. "Listen." "More men than you have, the more I love you." "You understand that?" "Yes, exactly." "I hate purity, I hate goodness." "I do not like that anywhere in any virtue." "I would hope that all of obisti corrupted." "Well, then you correspond with, my dear." "I have to obisti perverted." "I like doing this?" "I do not think only myself, I mean a thing in itself?" "I love it." This is beyond anything he wanted to hear. Not just love of one man, animal instinct, simply indeterminable desire and this is the force that will be ripped to pieces Parthia. Pressed her on the grass, the fallen Bellflower. This time it was not difficult. Soon, the rise and fall of their chest a sedative to the respiratory system as usual, and with a sense of pleasant helplessness they fell apart. It seemed that the sun has become warmer. Both were asleep. He reached under the suit and they dumped it partially covered. Almost at once fell asleep and slept about half an hour. Winston woke first. He sat and watched the speckled face, still peacefully asleep, leaning against the palm of her hand. Except for the mouth would not be able to say that it is beautiful. Under the eyes had a crease or two if you looked closely. Short, dark hair was unusually dense and soft. There it is thought that it still does not know her name, nor where he lives. Young, firm body, now helpless in sleep, it has been raised zavetniško pomilujoče and emotion. But those uncaring tenderness which he felt under leskovjem, while the thrush was singing, is not fully repaid. Pulled the overalls aside and studied her smooth, white hands. In the old days, he thought the man looked and saw the girl's body that is worthy of desire, and that was the end of the story. But now you could not feel or cleaned pure lust not love. No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed with fear and mržnjo. Their embrace of the struggle, the culmination of victory. It was a blow to the Party. It was a political act. "I can get again," said Julius. "In general it is safe to use the same hiding place twice." "Of course, not in the next month or two." As soon as she woke up, her behavior has changed. Čuječna and has become a business, wear it, you sang a purple belt and put in detail on the way home. Seemed natural that this left her. It is obvious that had virtually Policy, which Winston lacked, and he felt also that a comprehensive knowledge of the London neighborhood, which gained on countless group tours. The road, which was set was totally different from those under which he came, and posted it on another channel. "Never come back home following the same path as you go," she said, as they preached an important general principle. She would go first, but Winston is waiting for half an hour before she followed. She told him the place where they can be after four days of work snideta. This was a street in one of the poorer quarters, where the free market is usually full of people and noise. She will postavala stands around and pretended to look for laces or threads. If judged that the air is clean, the nose, where it will close, and indeed passes without signs of recognizing. But if they had at least some luck, the crowd will say what a safe neighborhood and arrange a time for another meeting. "And now I gotta go," she said, as soon as he mastered all the instructions. "In nineteen thirty am to be back." "I performed for two hours protispolno Youth Alliance, to make some flyers or something." "This is not a curse?" "Okrtači me, please." "What I have commas in your hair?" "Are you sure you not?" "Then good-bye, my love, goodbye!" She threw him in a hug, kissed him almost wildly, then the hip zrinila through the bushes, and with little noise disappeared in the woods. I still do not know her name or address. However, this does not matter because you could not imagine the power that could ever be met where the roof or any type of exchange of the written message. It happened that they did not never go back to the forest clearing. In May, only had one occasion to be truly loved. This was in another hideout, which is known in July, pulled down in the belfry of the church in an almost deserted area where he fell thirty years ago the atomic bomb. It was a good hiding place, where once you were there, but to get to him was very dangerous. Otherwise they may be encountering only on the streets every night in another place and never for more than half an hour. Usually found on the road to talk anyway. As they walked through the streets full, not quite together, and without looking at each other, the unusual interview conducted at intervals of a švigal back and forth as lights lighthouse, suddenly stiffened into silence at the forthcoming party uniform, then re-entered the middle sentence and suddenly ruptured when they were separated at a specific place, but then continued almost without introduction on the following day. In July, raise any impression that is quite accustomed to that mode of conversation, which is called "speaking in installments." Equally surprising has been trained to speak without moving his lips. Only once in nearly a month they had managed to kiss it. In silence they walked in a side street (Juliet never said, when they were not on the main street), when the deafening roared, the earth shake and the air darkened, and Winston found himself on the side batters and scared. Somewhere very close to the bomb should drop. Suddenly he realized that a few centimeters from his face Julia, mrtvaško pale, white as chalk. Even her lips are white. Is dead! Squeezed it for myself and realized that kissing live warm face. But some dust in his mouth was. Their faces were covered with the thick plaster. There were nights when the two came together, then had to go past each other without any symptoms, because it just came out from behind a corner or they patrol the helicopter circled overhead. Even when it was less dangerous, and would be difficult to find time to date. Winston consisted of sixty working hours per week, Julia was still long and their days were alternated for the necessity of work and are often not consistent. Anyway, in July rarely have any evening completely free. Surprisingly a lot of time is spent in the various lectures and demonstrations, and dissemination of literature for youth protispolno liaison flags preparation for Hate Week, the collection of money in savings campaigns and related activities. This is worth doing, "she said, it's camouflage. If you keep the small rules, you can prelomiš high. Even Winston is encouraged that one of his evenings are set so that he applied for the manufacture of munitions, which have volunteered to work partijci burning. And so one night a week, Winston spent Hromec monotony stikajoč small pieces of metal together, which were probably parts of bomb fuses, in a poorly lit unbearable workshop where the hammers hit darkly mixed music with telekranov. When they met in a church tower, they fill the gaps in their fragmentary conversations. It was a brilliant afternoon. The air in the small square little room above the bells was hot and calm and has a strong zaudarjal Mon pigeon excrement. A few hours they sat and talked on the dusty, nasmetenih floor, but now it is now one stood up and looked through the loopholes and make sure that nobody comes. In July it was twenty years old. They lived in a dormitory with other girls thirty ("Always in the stink for women!" "How I hate women!" It said in passing. ) And worked as a guess, from machinery to write novels in the Fiction Department. Enjoyed in their work, which was that it managed and driven by the powerful, a moody electronic machine. It was not "clear", but it was good to see the manual labor and machines she felt at home. It can describe the whole process of drawing up the novels from the general directive issued by the Committee for Planning, and the team finishing transcription. But the final product is not interested. She said that "not particularly like to read." Books were not only the goods to be produced, like jam or shoe laces. Remembered nothing from the time before the first sixty years after the year and the only man he knew that he often spoke of the times before the Revolution, was his grandfather, who disappeared when she was eight years old. The school was the captain of the hockey team and won two consecutive Cup gymnastics. She was a spy and guide the processing of youth in the Alliance Secretary before being involved in a youth liaison protispolno. It has always received excellent characteristics. She was even chosen (a reliable sign of good repute) to work in Pornoseku, Sub-Department of Literature, which was producing cheap pornography for distribution among Raja. People who have worked there, gave him the nickname Kvantaška house, he remarked. There he stayed for another year and help prepare booklets in sealed packages with titles such as Bold story or a night in girls' schools by secretly buying the Raja under the impression that buying something illegal. "What are these books?" Winston has asked curiously. "Oh, terribly dirty." "In reality, they are boring." "They have only six drafts, but extend them a little." "I was the only course in kaleidoscope." "Never've never been in the transcription team." "I'm not educated enough, dear - not even for that do not." With astonishment he learned that all employees in Pornoseku, apart from a leadership, and women. Apply the theory that men, in which weight control sex drive than women, the greater the danger that spridijo in the dirt with which they have done. "We do not like married women," she added. "Girls is still valid for both innocent." "Well, this is certainly one who is not." The first love of adventure had sixteen years a member of the Party, which had sixty and later, in order to avoid arrest, committed suicide. Since then they have been in various other. Life as she saw it, was quite simple. You want to play well, "they", which means lot, but they want that you do not have good, therefore have broken rules as best you can. It seemed to her that wants to rob lot of pleasure, also naturally, as if you want them to get away. Parthia was hated and that states with the most rough words, but it failed to have any general criticism. Except where it touched her private life, the doctrine of the party is not interested. He noted that never used Newspeak words from other than those embodied in everyday use. Never heard of fraternity and did not want to believe it exists. Any organized rebellion against the Party, which was doomed to failure, it seemed stupid. It was wiser to break the rules, but still remain alive. Precarious wondered what it might be like the younger generation of people who grew up in a world revolution, which they did not know anything else and are accepted as something fixed Parthia, as the sky, and did not resist its power, but it is simply ogibali, so as to avoid rabbits dog. They were not discussing the possibility of the report. This was too much out of reach, it might be worth thinking. Could not you imagine the Commission, who would ever agree to such a law, even if he could be Winston odkrižati how Catherine, his wife. Hopeless, it was still dreaming about it. "What was your wife?" asked Juliet. "She was - do you know a word in Newspeak - dobromiselna?" "This means pravoveren nature, unable to have bad thoughts?" "No, those words do not know, and know quite well that type of people." Started to say to her the story of his married life, but the wonder of it was shown that all the important stuff is already known. She described it as if it had itself seen or felt how rigid body Katarinino as soon as he touched, the manner, when it seemed that it continues to push off from you all the power, even when her hands were tightly wrapped around him. By Julia it was not difficult to talk about it, but otherwise the Katarina long ago ceased to be a painful memory and was only a few disadvantages in his memory. "Everything could be transferred, except for one thing," he said. He told her about the frigid little ceremony, which compelled him Katarina each week on the same night. "I hate this, but it is not able to stop, to cease doing this." "This is a rule - but since you'll never guess." "Our duty to the Party," he immediately said Julius. "How did you know?" "I went to school but, my dear." "Conversations about sex once a week for nadšestnajstletne." "But at the Youth Movement." "Vcepljajo you this for years." "I dare say that in most cases it works." She began to surrender the subject of conversation. July is seen by any thing concerning their own sexuality. As soon as it touched upon this, was able to great insight. In contrast with Winston she grasped the inner meaning of the party puritanizma sex. Not only was it as sexual instinct created a unique world that was unavailable to the Supervision of the Party and which could therefore, if possible, be destroyed. More important was sex nezadoščenost which caused hysteria, this was undesirable as it could be transformed into war fever and worship leaders. Be expressed as follows: "When you have a love affair with someone, you need energy, longing to feel happy and that all hell cares little." "They can not pass, so that you feel." "They want to constantly pokaš of energy." "All this marching up and down and shouting and waving the flags of the acidified conceivably have sex." "If you home happy, why should this upset some Big Brother, the three-year cycle and the Two Minutes Hate and all their other fucking bullshit?" This is true, he thought. Between pure and political pravovernostjo is direct, intimate contact. For how could the fear, hatred and insane belief that it needs a lot of its members and maintains the correct amount, if not the oppression of some powerful drives to be used as a driver? Sexual instinct was threatening the Party and turned it in his favor. Similarly ukano were performed in the parental instinct. Families could not be eliminated, and indeed, promote people have to love kids almost staroversko. On the other hand, systematically incite children against their parents and taught to spy on them and report their deviations. The family thus became an extension of the Thought Police. It was a trick that makes everyone was night and day surrounded by informants who knew him intimately. His thoughts were immediately returned again to Catherine. Catherine would have clearly indicated the Thought Police, it would not have been accidental preneumna that could be detected unorthodoxy of his opinions. In fact, it is at this moment reminded him choking the afternoon heat, which is izvabljala sweat from his brow. He began to say to Juliet about something that happened, or rather did not happen a second summer afternoon, eleven years ago. It was three or four months after their wedding. They lost to a team trip to somewhere in Kent. Just a few minutes behind the other two, but they turned the wrong way and soon realized that terminates unexpectedly on the edge of the quarry. Bank has sharply declined ten or twelve feet below the gravel. There was no one that could be asked to travel. As soon as they realized that they lost, it became very restless, Catherine. That was just for a moment away from the noise of tourists, it raises a sense, it does not work right. Hotel was rushed back after the way he came and sought in another direction. But that moment Winston noticed some tufts of slakarja, which grows in rock crevices underneath. One cop was dvobarven, purple and red opekasto, but apparently grew from the same roots. Never seen anything like it and called Catherine to come and see. "See, Catherine!" "Look at those flowers!" "That shrub below, near the bottom." "You see that in two different colors?" Already turned to go, but for a moment somewhat sulkily returned. Even leaned over the edge of the rocks to see where it shows. He was standing slightly behind her and put my arm around her waist to support her. At that moment it occurred to me how completely alone they are. There was no man, no data sheet did not move, not even a bird awake. At a place like that was a risk that the microphone is hidden somewhere very small and even though the microphone, only to catch noise. It was the most hot and drowsy afternoon yesterday. The sun shone on them by the ščemel sweat on his face. Suddenly it flashed the thought ... "Why not you pushed? said Julius. "I would." "Yes, dear, you would." "I would be, he would be the same man as I am today." "Or maybe - I'm not sure." "Are you sorry that you did not?" "Yeah." "Actually, I am sorry that I did." They sat side by side on the dusty floor. Pull it closer to him. Her head rested on his shoulder and the pleasant smell of her hair has banished the smell of pigeon droppings. It is very young, he thought he still expected something from life, not understanding that you do not save, if suneš annoying man over rocks. "In fact, this does not change anything," he said. "Why are you sorry then that you?" "Just because I prefer certainty and uncertainty." "In this game, that you go, we can not win." "Some type Sat but defeat is better than others." He felt that nepritrjujoče moved to the shoulders. He always challenged when he said something. He did not agree that the law of nature is such that an individual always succumbs. Somehow he knew it was doomed itself that the Thought Police will be eventually caught and killed, but the other half of his intellect is led to believe that it is still possible to build a secret world in which to live, as this is the will . All you need are lucky premetenost and courage. Did not understand that there are no such things as luck, the only victory that lies far in the future, long after your death, that from that moment, when war napoveš Party, best to think of yourself only as a corpse. "We were dead," he said. "We are not dead yet," he added July prosaic. "Not physically." "Six months, a year - five years is possible." "I'm afraid of death." "They're young, so it was probably more scared than I am." "It got you to postpone for as long as we can." "But that changes nothing." "As long as man remains man, death and life are the same thing." "Oh, nonsense!" "Who would prefer to sleep with me or okostnjakom? "Do not you enjoy being alive?" "Do not like feeling: This is me, this is my hand, this is my leg, I'm real, solid I live here?" "Can not it?" She turned around and squeezed the breasts to him. Through the suit could feel her breasts, a full sound. It seemed to be in her body prelivata youth and stamina in his place. "Yes, I love it." "Then stop talking about death." "And now listen, dear, we shall ignore the next meeting." "We could go into the clearing in the woods." "Long enough we let it rest." "But this time you have to go there for a different route." "All I have imagined." "Go on a train - but, look, I drew these." And in his practical way, including some dust nastrgala comma and doves nest in the ground began drawing a map. Winston, drawing on the neglected little room above Mr Charrington trade. In addition, the window was ready to bed with torn blankets and pillow uncoated. Antique clock is ticking dvanajsturno dial napušču the chimney. In the final corner on the end table has a soft shine in semi-darkness glass paperweight which he had bought on his last visit. On predpečniku tin was bruised on the oil stove, dishes and two cups, which it provided Mr Charrington. Winston lit the burner and Put the container with water to boiled. He brought the full package of coffee and a couple of wins saccharin tablets. Hourly indicators pointing to twenty seven, in fact, it was nineteen twenty. She came to the nineteen thirty. Madness, madness, the constant rule of his heart: conscious, capricious, suicidal madness! Of all the crimes that may have been committed Party member, was at least possible to conceal. In fact he is the first time this thought crossed his mind at the sight of a glass paperweight, which is reflected on the surface of the final table. As foreseen, Mr Charrington has not worked any difficulties in recruiting rooms. He was clearly pleased the few dollars it will bring. It also was not surprised to see did not become offensive or wonder when it became clear that Winston wants a room for a love affair. Instead, he looked into the distance and spoke in general with such a gentle expression that was seen as having become partly invisible. Private life, he said, is a very valuable thing. Everyone wants to have a place where he was sometimes. And if such a place has, already common courtesy requires that anyone who knows him, keep it for me. He added that even, and when it did, it seemed as if almost ceased to exist, that leads into the house two entrances, one of them is through the rear garden, which holds the alley. Under the window somebody was singing. Winston peeped out, secure in the shelter muslinastih curtains. The June sun was still high in the sky and below the sunlit courtyard is a faceless woman, solid as a Norman pillar, with a fleshy, red hands and žakljevinastim apron liable waist štorkljala back and forth between škafom and rope hangers, a laundry and a series of square white things which Winston recognized by the nappy. Whenever her mouth was not clogged with pincers, was singing with a mighty deep altom: Song the past few weeks about London streamers. She was one of those countless similar songs, which are preferred for the welfare of the subdivision issue to the Department of Music. The texts of these songs were composed without any human intervention on a device known as prosodist. But the woman sang so harmoniously that stupidity is a terrible change in almost a pleasant song. It can be heard singing his wife and her skating foot pressure, screaming children on the street and somewhere far away weak traffic noise, but appeared to be room in the absence of the screen an unusually quiet. "Madness, madness, madness!" Think again. Could not you imagine that I could walk more than a few weeks without them getting caught. But the temptation to have a hiding place, which was really just need somewhere under the roof and on hand was a bit harsh for both. Some time after that, when they visited the church tower, it was impossible to arrange a meeting. Number of working hours has increased enormously because of the preparations for Hate Week. He is more than a month away, but enormous and complex preparations by naprtil are imposed to everyone in the excellent work. Finally, they managed to get a free afternoon on the same day. They agreed to go back to the forest clearing. One night before they met along the way on the street. As usual, Winston hardly looked at Julia, when they went into the crowd each other, but the brief view, which was bending, he seemed paler than usual. "Everything has collapsed," she murmured as soon as it found that it is safe to speak. "Tomorrow, I think." "What?" "Tomorrow afternoon." "I can not." "Why not?" "Oh, the usual reason." "This time it was too early to start." For a moment he was wildly angry. In one month, as she knew, the nature of his desire to change it. At the beginning there was only a little sensuality. Their first love was the only contact is an act of will. But on the other times it was different. Smell of her hair, taste her mouth, feeling her skin are like him or penetrated into the air around it. He became a physical necessity, something which can not only wanted, but felt as his right. When she said it could not happen, he had the feeling that he cheats. But the moment the crowd pressed them together and their hands were incidentally encountered. Passing the tip of his finger and shook it seemed to him that he does not call into lust but love. He thought that it must be when you live with a woman, such a disappointment normal, recurring event and it suddenly took a deep tenderness, such as to not feel it yet. He wanted to be married for ten years. He wanted to walk with her on the road as now but openly and without fear, to chat about everyday things and buy the necessary and unnecessary things for the household. Above all, he wanted to have a place could be alone together without feeling that sex is compulsory for each meeting. Actually not that hip, but only once the next day it occurred to me that rented a room in Mr Charringtonu. Once this has been mentioned Juliet was an unexpected willingness to agree. Both are aware that this is madness. It was as if they deliberately foot closer to my grave. When he is seated on the edge of the bed, waiting for a re-think of the basement in the Ministry of Love. Strangely, this is how you pre-set nightmare come and go in consciousness. There is prežala you in the future, just before his death as certainly, as a standing 99 before the 100th It is not possible ogniti, maybe it was postponed, and yet it is the man again and again, deliberately, an operation will shorten the time when this would happen. The moment they heard the quick steps of the stairs. In July, she burst into the room. She wore a tool bag of coarse brown cloth, so as such it is sometimes seen to bear here and there for the Ministry. He walked over to her, to hug it, but he passed through fairly quickly, partly because it is still a bag holder. "Half a sec," she said. "Just let me show you what I bring." "You get what those coffee wins?" "I thought you would." "You can throw them away because we do not need one." "Look here." She dropped it on the knees, opened the bag and threw out a few screwdrivers and zatičnik who filled the upper part of her. Below it was a handsome paper rolls. The first package, which is delivered by Winston, his fingers feel weird, but a bit homely. He was filled with a hard sand like thing that was vdajala wherever you touched. "Is not that sugar?" he asked. "The real sugar." "No saccharin, sugar." "And here is a loaf of bread - proper white bread, not our fucking pluže - and jam pot." "And here is a tin of milk - but look!" "Here is something that I'm really proud!" "First, I open the bag a little, because -" But it was not necessary to say why he was held. Smell is already filling the room, a rich hot smell which seemed like it came from his early childhood, but which is now sometimes encountered when swam in the transition before they slammed the door, or the mysterious disseminate the full street zadišal for a moment and lost again. "This is coffee," he murmured, "says Coffee." "This is a lot of coffee for the Core." "Whole hernia is here," she said. "How they managed to get to all of these things?" "This is the Core goods game." "There is nothing that would not set their sows, nothing." "Of course waiters and servants and other people what sunejo and - see, also got a small packet of tea." Winston is inexpensive to her. Tore a corner of the package. "It's tea." "Not blueberry leaves." "Lately it has received a lot of tea." "They called India or something," he replied vaguely. "But listen, dear." "I would like to give me three minutes to turn back." Go and sit on the other side of the bed. " "Do not go near the window." "And do not turn around until I say." Winston gazed scattered throughout muslinaste curtains. Down in the courtyard of a woman with red hands still went back and forth between škafom and rope. She took two clips from the mouth and deeply felt singing: Obviously all know how stupid song by heart. Her voice is also swam up the sweet summer air, very zvočen and weighted with a kind of happy melancholy. You had the feeling that happy would be complete if the June evening was infinite and inexhaustible stock of clothes to stay here for thousands of years and the shackles of diapers and singing rubbish. Overwhelmed by the strange idea that there had never heard of a member of the Party singing alone and spontaneously. It sounds even slightly nepravoverno as dangerous eccentricity, like talking to myself. Maybe people only when they were somewhere right on the border of starvation, had something to sing. "Now we can turn," said Julius. He turned for a moment and almost could not identify. In fact, expect that it will be looked naked. Was not naked. The transformation that took place was much more striking. Našminkala her face. Certainly the way in what trade Listed in the fourth for Raja and bought a whole set of cosmetic devices. Her lips were strong našminkane, pordečena cheeks, nose powdered, even under his eyes had something they emphasized. Everything was done very unskillfulness, a Winston criteria in such matters were not high. Had never previously seen or imagined partijke with lipstick on his face. Progress made its appearance was striking. With a few colored spots in the right places has become not only a lot prettier, but rather much more a woman. Her short hair and boys' suit, as being stressed. When she hugged him, he has filled his nostrils the smell of artificial purple. He recalled the semi-darkness in the basement kitchen and the women's mouth cavity. Served the same perfume, but it did not matter. "The perfume!" He said. "Yes, honey, and perfume." "And you know what I'll do next? "I will somewhere has provided a real woman wearing a dress and instead of these bloody trousers." "I wore silk stockings and shoes with high heels!" "In this room, a woman I do not party pal!" Threw away the clothes and climbed into the huge bed. It is the first time that it took off in the face of the plain. So far it has been too shy pale and dry surfaces with varicose veins, which stood him in the calf, and the colorless stain above the ankle. Sheets was not a blanket on which they lay was worn and smooth, size and flexibility of the bed is both surprised. In those days you did not see him anywhere double bed rather than in nursing homes. Winston sometimes slept in it when he was a child, in July, where it is remembering, not yet there. Soon they fell asleep for a short time. When Winston woke up, there are indicators on the watch prilezli almost up to the ninth. Unable to move, whereas in July asleep with his head in the bend of his arm. Most lipstick moved to his own face or on the pillow, and a gentle red stain is still stressing the beauty of her cheek. The yellow ray is the setting sun fell across the foot of the bed and fireplace illuminate where the wild boiling water tank. Down in the courtyard of the women stopped singing, but feeble cries are swimming off the road. He wondered vaguely whether in the past that it is, something ordinary, like that lying in bed, in the cool summer evening, a man and a woman wearing no clothes, which is love, when they want, speak what they want, not to what drove them to stand up, but just lie and listen to the peaceful sounds from outside. Certainly there was never an age in which this would be considered commonplace. In July, she woke up, rubbed her eyes and picked up on one elbow to look at the furnace. "Half the water surface," she said. "I got up and immediately make you coffee." "In one hour we have." "When you turn off the lights?" "At twenty-three thirty." "In the dormitory, taking twenty-three." "But you have to be back soon, because - hey!" "Get out, dirty Ranch!" Suddenly he turned in bed, picked up a shoe from the floor and threw it in as boys by the same hand gesture as he saw her throw a dictionary in the morning between Goldstein Minutes Hate. "What happened?" asked in surprise. "Rat." "I saw it when the pig's nose thrusting his notes behind." "There, below the hole." "So I freaked her well." "Rats!" He murmured Winston. "In this room!" "Everywhere," he said carelessly in July, when he had settled. "Even in the kitchen in a dormitory, we've got." "In some parts of London which is teeming with them." "Did you know that attacking children?" "Yeah, I really have." "In some of these streets, the women dare not even leave a child alone for two minutes." "It's doing those huge brown." "The most disgusting is that the beast always -" "Do not continue!" Winston said with his eyes closed tightly. "Love!" "You're quite pale." "What is it?" "Are you sick of them?" "Of all the horrors of the world - the rat!" She pressed it to him and wrap around him as he wanted to allay the heat of his body. Not immediately open his eyes. For a few moments he had the feeling that once again experiencing a nightmare, which he returned again and again, since he was in the world. It has always been very similar. He stood against the wall topics and on the other hand, it was something intolerable, something too monstrous to be watched. The dream is always the strongest sense of feeling samoprevare, because in reality he knew what was behind the wall topics. The fatal effort than I would have grabbed a piece of their own brain, that thing would be even pulled on the day. She always woke up without having been discovered, what it is, but somehow it was connected with what the rules in July, when it was interrupted. "I do not like rats, is all." "Do not worry, dear, we will not have these dirty beasts here. "I buried a piece žakljevine hole before we go." "And when we get second I'll bring some plaster and it really zadelala." Black flash alarm was already half-forgotten. When he sat at the head, he felt somewhat osramočenega. In July she got out of bed, pulled up our overalls and coffee. Smell that rose from the container, was so powerful and exciting that they shut the window, that would be perceived by anyone outside of Sun, and became curious. Even better than the taste of coffee was svilnatost that you gave her sugar thing Winston saccharin consumption after years of almost forgotten. With one hand in his pocket and with a piece of bread and jam in the second in July pohajala the room, it looked carelessly at book cabinet, showed the best way to fix the final table, is sprawled in a shabby armchair, in order to determine whether it is comfortable, and looked dvanajsturno absurd hour of the kind of dial is leniency smehljajočo. She brought the glass paperweight in the bed that you would better mirror the light. He took her by the hand, as always fascinated by a gentle, rain drops look like glass. "What do you think it is?" asked Juliet. "I think there is nothing - that is, I think it was never intended to be used." "That I like in it." "It is only a small fragment of history that they have forgotten to change." "It is a hundred years old you when someone is able to read." "But painting over there -" she nodded to the lithography on the opposite wall, "that a hundred years old?" "More." "Two hundred years, it said." "It is impossible to determine." "Nowadays, it is impossible to detect any age stuff." She went there to look at it. "Here is the beast thrusting out his nose," she said, and kicked sidings just below the picture. "What is this place?" "Somewhere I have seen him." "The Church is, or at least was." "Sv. Clementine was named Denmark." Excerpt from the poem to him by Mr. Charrington said, it is inserted into the thoughts and said, half wistfully: "Oranges and lemons, eat the bell at St. Klementinu." In his surprise, the amendment verses: "I can not remember how it goes on." "However, I know it ends" Here is a candle that you devote to sleep, there is ax that these sectional door! " It was like two halves of a password. But one verse must be for the bells Old Bailey. Perhaps he will be mined from Charringtonovega memory, if appropriate nadahnjen. "Who taught this?" he said. "My grandfather." "Tell me this song when I was little." "Is vaporized when I was eight years old - well, certainly has disappeared." "I wonder what was the lemon," Put it inconsistent. "I saw the Oranges." "Sort of an orange fruit is round, with a thick skin." "I remember lemons, 'said Winston. "In fifty years have been quite normal." "They were so sour that she skominalo, if you only poduhal." "I bet that this picture of bugs," she said. "I derailed it once and it really clean." "It seems to me that it is almost time to go." "I have this lipstick make myths." "How annoying!" "Then I'll have you cleaned the redness of the face." Winston still has not been raised for several minutes. The room was dark. He turned to the light and lie staring into the glass ball. Inexhaustible interesting bit was that corals, but inside the glass itself. Such was the depth of it, but it was almost as transparent as air. As to the glass surface heavens surrounding the whole tiny world atmosphere. He had the feeling that they can penetrate it, and that she is in it, along with the mahogany bed and the final stage and an hour and a lithography and only a glass ball. The ball was room, and the chant was Julijino and his life attached to a kind of eternity in the heart of the crystal. Syme is disappeared. Second day by no one mentioned it. On the third day Winston went into the lobby of the Department of documentation to look at the bulletin board. At one notices it was printed list of members Chess Board, which was a member of Syme. It seems that such was precisely than ever before - nothing has been struck - but for one name has been shortened. It was enough. Syme has ceased to be, it never was. She is a very severe scorch. In the maze of the Ministry are artificially cooled rooms without windows keep the normal temperature, but outside the pressure in the legs and burning smell in the metro at peak hours was horrible. Preparations for Hate Week were in full swing and all the staffs in the ministries have been working over-time. Parades, rallies, military parades, lectures, exhibition of wax models, film shows, telekranovi programs, all that was necessary to organize, it was necessary to put scaffolding, make images, slogans forge, write songs, extended discourse, to falsify images. Julia group at the Department of literature has stopped working and started the book in a series of malicious pamphleteer. Winston is in addition to its regular work spent long hours every day in reviewing old issues of newspapers and varied and olepševal reports to be quoted in speeches. Late at night when the crowd noise rather dissect the streets, the city had a fever unusual appearance. Bombs fell on more frequently than ever before, and sometimes echoed in the distance, the enormous explosion that nobody is able to explain and which wild rumors to circulate. New song to be song leader Week hatred (hate song was called), has been folded and picked up by spinning around in forever. She was wild, barking rhythm which could not be classified as music, but it is more like that of a drum hit. When tulilo by hundreds of votes, taking topotanju marching feet, it was monstrous. Raja by midnight to love and to compete with the roads is still a popular subject was hopeless fantasy. Parsonsova kids are played by the intolerable every day or night hours to comb and a piece of toilet paper. Winston evenings were more crowded than ever. Troop of volunteers, organized by Parsons, is preparing the street for Hate Week, sew flags, painted posters, calling for the flag poles on rooftops across the street and wire hangers for hanging the banners, which was dangerous work. Parsons, the boast that it will only block Wins Four hundred meters of the goods shall display the flag. He was in his element and happy as a lark. Heat and manual labor are even gave him an excuse to resort to the evening, shorts and undo his shirt. He was everywhere at once, pushing it, pulling, sewing, ram, improvise, encourage anyone with a comradely telling and broadcast from each pore of his body piercing zaudarjajočega inexhaustible supply of sweat. Suddenly, all over London, new poster appeared. He had no caption, but it represented only a giant, three or four meters high figure of a Eurasian soldier who was walking with brezizraznim Mongolian face and enormous boots, side by side and stuck out his engine. From any angle you look at the poster, machine-throat, boosted by perspektivične deformation, the criterion is always straight with you. Hang him on any empty space on each wall that is outstripping the number of portraits of Big Brother. Raja, who was usually indifferent to war for some time, covered the frenzy of patriotism. As agreed with the general atmosphere, the bombs killed more people than usual. One fell on the full cinema in Stepneyu and buried under the ruins of several hundred victims. Total population in the neighborhood have gathered in the long funeral procession stretched, which has dragged for hours and was really furious rally. Another bomb fell on the bare ground, which served to ground and a few dozen children raztrgalo the pieces. In the room above the store Charringtonovo July and Winston, where they can get there, lying side by side on the bed odgrnjeni below the open window, naked for the sake of cool. Rat did not come back, a bug was reproduced in the heat disgusting. But this did not seem important to them. The room was paradise, whether it was dirty or clean. As soon as they came, they all posula with pepper bought on the black market, drills with his clothes, made love with sweaty bodies, then fell asleep and woke up and found that the bugs are collected and prepared for a massive counterattack. Four, five, six times - seven times the two came together in June. Winston had abandoned the habit of drinking at any one time gin. It seemed to him that the need for it passed. Pounds was his varicose ulcer was healed and left behind only a brown stain on the skin above the ankle, in the early morning attacks of coughing stopped. Document life has ceased to be intolerable, it no longer had to pačil telescreen or tulil loud profanity. Now when they had a secure hiding place, he was no more pain seemed to be only rarely confronted and always only a few hours. It was important only to the room above starinarno. Knowing that there is still there, untouched, almost as much as to be in it. The room was the world, pocket the past where extinct animals could walk. Charrington, thought was another extinct animal. Usually on the way up and stopped a few minutes talking with him. It seemed that the old man seldom or never goes out, moreover, that almost no clients. He lived as a spirit among small, dark store and less in the back kitchen, where you prepare food and where it was, among other things, incredibly old gramophone with a huge trombo. He looked happy to have the opportunity to speak. While wandered the worthless stuff, with a long nose, thick glasses, bent shoulders and a velvet jacket always gave vague impression that it is more a collector than a trader. With the kind of enthusiasm has faded into the hands took this or that fragment ropotije - porcelain plug for bottle, colored cover broken tobacco cans, red medallion with a long-hair beam dead child - do not ever ask Winston to buy anything, but just wanted to to admire. Talking with him was like listening to music box jingle spent. From the corners of his memory has pulled a few excerpts from forgotten songs. One was about twenty-four blocks, each of the spiral-horned cow, the third about the death of poor Robin. "Something I thought that you may be interested," he said in a typically fine entreating smile when he said in November excerpt. But he never could remember more than a few lines of that song. Both are aware of - and in a sense they are always aware of this - that what is happening now, can not last long. There were times when they had that they risk death, it seemed as palpable as the bed on which they lay, and were embraced with a kind of despairing sensuality, as damned souls who still cling to the pleasure of the last piece just five minutes earlier when the clock struck. They are also times when not only that the vdajala slepilu that are safe, but that it will take. The senses are that they can not happen does not matter as long as it remains in this room. Getting there was difficult and dangerous, and the room itself was sanctuary. It was when tistikrat when Winston gazed into the heart of the sphere with the feeling that he could get inside the world of glass and that was when it was once inside, can stop time. Often have daydreams about surrendering the run. Their luck will run endlessly, and will continue its intent, as now, the rest of their lives. Or will Catherine died and to develop a maneuvering will succeed in Winston and Julia to marry. Or committed suicide together. Will disappear or be changed to nespoznavnosti, learned to speak with an accent rather, got work in a factory and lived undiscovered in a remote street life. They knew that all this nonsense. In reality there was no escapes. Even the only feasible plan, suicide, did not intend to enforce it. Infiltrate from day to day, week after week, weave a life that has no future, they were seen as an irresistible impulse, like the lungs, inhaled again and again until the air is still available. Sometimes they also talked about this in order to participate in active resistance against Parthia, but had no idea how to do a first step. Even if the fabulous Brotherhood was a reality, it still remained a problem, how to find a way to it. He told her of strange confidentiality government, and it appears that the government, between him and O'Brien and the inclination, which is sometimes felt that a little short and went to O'Brien, announced that the Party and the enemy asking for help. Are surprisingly it seemed crazy not unwise. People usually fall in appearance and it seemed natural that Winston believes in O'Brienovo reliability through a single flash of her eyes. Moreover, it is considered in itself without saying that everyone or almost everyone secretly hates the Party and that anyone broke the rules, if he thought it safe. But did not want to believe that where a broad, organized opposition or that they exist. Tales of Goldstein and his underground army, she said, are just a bunch of nonsense, which it has invented lot in his favor, and you have to pretend to believe them. Countless meetings of the Party, and spontaneous demonstrations in a loud voice asked to put the people whose names never yet heard, and where the alleged crimes is not in the least believe. When a public court hearing, participated in those sections of the Union of youth from morning till night, surrounded the court and shouting at intervals' Death traitor! " Two Minutes Hate was screaming bad language in the Goldstein always superior to all others. And yet it had only a vague idea of who it is and what lessons Goldstein allegedly represents. She grew up after the Revolution and was too young to be reminiscent of the ideological struggles of the fifties and sixties. Such a thing as an independent political movement was outside her imagination, in any case, the batch was insurmountable. There will always be there and will always be the same. Against it may be hidden only by fighting or disobedience in extreme cases, to individual acts of violence, for example, to kill someone or something poženeš into the air. After his was much more than Winston bistrovidna and less susceptible to the party's propaganda. Once it happened in some connection to mention the war against Eurasia, he was stunned when he accidentally said that in its judgments of the war. The bombs that are dropped on the day London, probably the Government of Oceania itself expels that "holders of people in fear." This literally never thought it did not fall on your head. It has also aroused in him a kind of envy when he said that during the Two Minutes Hate the major problem holding back, not to burst out in laughter. However, doubts about the teachings of the Party only when Tikal was somehow her own life. Many were willing to accept the official mythology, simply because it is the difference between truth and falsehood did not seem important. Believe, for example, because they learn in school so that a game invented the airplane. (In his school years, he remembered Winston, there was only one helicopter, which is lot argued that it was invented, a dozen years later, when he went to school in July, has already been an airplane, in a generation, but this will be maintained for the steam engine). And when he said that the aircraft existed before he was born, and long before the Revolution, it seemed that information is completely uninteresting. By the way, or does it matter who invented the airplane? Many more amazed by, when he found that remembers that Oceania was four years before the war with Eastazijo and at peace with Eurasia. It is true that all war is seen as a fraud, but apparently did not notice that the name of the enemy has changed. "I thought we were always at war with Eurasia," he said faintly. That it is a bit scared. The year when they invented the airplane, it was long before her birth, reverse the effects of war and was only four years ago, long after it was already an adult. What is a quarter of an hour pričkal to her about it. In the end, he managed to revive her memory, until he remembered vaguely that it was once Eastasia and not Eurasia enemy. But the result it is still seen as irrelevant. "So what?" she said impatiently. "He's always one bloody war to another, all but anyway we know that all reports have been a lie." Sometimes it is the rules of the Records Department and the rude counterfeits are out there. It seemed that when such things do not threaten. Not feel the gap that has opened beneath his feet at the thought that lies become truth. He told her the story of Jones, Rutherford and Aaronsonu and valuable piece of paper that you once held in his hands. It is not made an impression. At first did not really grasped the importance of the story. "They were your friends?" she asked. "No, I never knew." "They were Inner Party members." 'In addition, much more than me. " "Belonged to the ancient time before the Revolution." "Hardly the look I knew." "What this, therefore, this concern?" "People kill each other but who does not?" He tried to explain it. "This was an exceptional case." "It was not only that someone was killed." "What I do not understand that the past, starting from yesterday, actually abolished?" "If you lived somewhere, has a few solid objects, for which no words, as this piece of glass here." "Even I do not know anything about the Revolution and the years ahead." "Each instrument has been destroyed or forged, any book written again, re-painted every picture, every statue and street and building renaming, each date changed." "And this process is continued from day to day, minute by minute." "History has stopped." "There is no existence of more than an endless present in which the lot is always right." "Of course I know that the past is falsified, but never we will not prove it, neither of those things that I have forged myself." "After the thing done, not to leave any more proof." "The only evidence in my own mind and with no certainty, I do not know, or even with someone to share my memories." "Throughout my life I have only tistikrat actual, real proof of the event - the year after." "And what benefit you gain from it?" "No, because I dropped a few minutes later." "But if it were to happen today, would you keep it." "Well, I do not!" She said in July. "I am totally willing to take risks, but only for a few decent, but not for pieces of old newspaper." "What could you do with it, even if it was kept?" "Probably not much." "But there was evidence." "It could be some doubt planted here and there, if you dare someone to show you." "I can not imagine that his life may have been reversed." "You can imagine a small bud of resistance to drive here and there - small groups of people together and to gradually strengthen, and even leave some traces behind, so that the new generation can continue where we'll stop." "No wonder the next generation, baby." "What interests me, we are." "They're rebellious and only from the waist down," he said. It seemed to her very witty and she hugged him vzradoščeno. The complexity of party doctrine is not the slightest interest. Whenever he began to say on the principles Angsoca on dvomišljenju, the volatility of the past and deny objective reality, and to use Newspeak words from, began bored, confusing it and said that such things never pay attention. Man knows that it all nonsense, then why would you worry about? She knew when and when vzklikati whistle, and this is all you need. If it continues to talk about such matters, had a tiresome habit of falling asleep. Fall is between people who can fall asleep at any time and in any position. In conversations with her he realized how easy it is to show the appearance of orthodoxy, if you have no idea what any means orthodoxy. After his party was the best view of the world anchored in people who were not at all able to understand. They can be drawn to the fact that they have taken the most obvious nasilstva of reality, because they never fully comprehend the greatness of what is asked of them and were not sufficiently interested in public events to notice what is happening. Because they lacked understanding, they remained mentally healthy. Conceivably have devoured all of them, and what they swallow, they do not hurt them because it does not leave any residue, such as corn grain, the birds pass through undigested body. And it happened. The expected message came. It seemed to him that all his life waiting for that. He walked up the long corridor at the Ministry and was close to that city, where he has fallen into the hands of Julius slip when he realized that someone who is bigger than him, just go for it. The man, whoever he was, it coughed gently, clearly a prelude to talks. Winston was abruptly stopped and turned. It was O'Brien. Finally, as we stood opposite, and seemed not to hear more than a desire to escape. His heart was thumping wildly. I could not speak. O'Brien, however, went quiet for a moment and then a friend put his hand on Winston's shoulder, so they walked side by side. He began to talk to that special, gravely courtesy, which made it different from most members of the Inner Party. "I was hoping that I will provide the opportunity to talk with you," he said. "Last time I read one of your articles in the newspaper in Newspeak." "If I'm not mistaken, the scientific interest in Newspeak? Winston has recovered some nerve. "Hardly scientific," he said. "I'm only an amateur." "This is not my field." "I never had nothing to do with the actual assembly language." "But you've written a very selected," said O'Brien. "This is not only my appeal." "Recently I talked with some to your friends, which is certainly an expert." "His name is at this moment I slipped from memory." Winston heart was sore pressed. It certainly was nothing more than a reminder of the Syma. But Syme was not only dead, he was suspended, impersonal. Any mention of which would relate to it, would be fatal. O'Brien's remark was obviously a sign of the code. The little that he is guilty of misdemeanor crimes of thought, has both changed the accomplice. It continued the slow walk down the hall, at which time O'Brien stopped. The strange friendly terms that this is disarm and that he has always managed to put in his motion he repairs the glasses on his nose. Then he continued: "Actually I wanted to say that you used in your article, two words that have become superfluous." "But it only recently." "Have you seen the tenth issue of Newspeak dictionary?" "No," said Winston. "Tenth Edition will occur a few months, I think." "But a few advance copies are already circulating." "One I do." "Perhaps you wanted to know when you see it?" "Gladly," said Winston, who he met, where this is possible. "Some new findings are very interesting." "Reduction of the number of verbs - that is the thing that will certainly attract, I guess." "Wait, let me send someone to the dictionary?" "But I fear that the kind of thing I keep forgetting." "Perhaps, but any time you would match, get him to my house?" "Wait." "Let me give you the address." They stood under telekranom. Somewhat scattered, the O'Brien potipal two pockets, and then pulled out a small leather-bound gold ink pad and pencil. Just below telekranom, in such case, that those who observed the other end of the device, you can read what it says, the scribbled address, grabbed the note and handed it to Winston. "Usually I'm at home tonight" he said. "If not, you will deliver the dictionary my servant." He's gone and left Winston with a piece of paper in his hand, which by this time there was no need to hide. Nevertheless, he carefully memorized what it says on it and groves a few hours later threw it into the memory hole along with a bunch of other securities. Spoke of a few minutes. Events can have only one meaning. It was designed as a route by which the learned of O'Brien, Winston title. This was necessary, because if you did not directly ask, could not find where someone lives. There was no directories. "If you ever want to see, you can find me here," he was said O'Brien. It may be somewhere hidden message in the dictionary. One thing was certain. Conspiracy of which he dreamed, and reached there, its outer edge. He knew that sooner or later will respond O'Brien called. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps after a long standstill - he did not know. What happened was merely the result of development, which began a few years ago. The first step has been hidden, unwanted thoughts; second step was to log. Move from thought to words, and now from words to deeds. The last step will be what will happen in the Ministry of Love. Accept it. The end is covered in the beginning. It is scary, or more accurately, it was a premonition of death, as it was a little less alive. Even while he spoke with O'Brien when he tonil him a sense of words, his body was polaščal depressing, dreadful feeling. He felt like stepping into a grave and no moisture, therefore it was better because it has long been known that the grave is, and to wait on him. Winston wake up with eyes full of tears. In July, the sleepy prekotalila to him and muttered something that could be "What is it?" "I was dreaming," he said at once silent. It is too complex to be able to put into words. The dream itself and memory, associated with them float up in his mind a few moments after awakening. He went backwards with my eyes closed, still immersed in the atmosphere of dreams. They have a list, clear dream in which it appeared that the razgrnilo before it all his life as a landscape on a summer evening after rain. It all happened within a glass paperweight, a glass surface of the vault of heaven and inside the dome everything was filled with clear soft light in which it was possible to see the infinite distance. Dreams are also covered - in fact this was the essence - gesture, which he made his mother and which was repeated thirty years later, a Jew, which is seen weekly in the film when the boy tried to save the bullets, before it is helicopter tore to pieces. "You know," he said, "that until this moment I think I killed my mother?" "Why did you kill?" is half said in his sleep in July. "I did not kill." "Physically not." In the dream he recalled his last sight of the mother and in waking moments he had recovered from a bunch of tiny incidents that have surrounded him. It was a memory that he had designed many years ago forced out of their consciousness. Not exactly know the date, but it could not be less than ten, maybe twelve years, when things happened. His father disappeared a few before that, much earlier, is not remembered. It is better to remember wild, turbulent circumstances of that time: occasional panic attacks at air and hiding the station underground railways, piles of rocks everywhere, unintelligible proclamations, charged the street corners, gangs of young persons in the same color shirts, huge queues, bakeries, machine occasional regljanja in the distance - above all, the fact that there was never enough to eat. He recalled long afternoons by the other boys worked at places around rubbish bins and waste piles, pobirajoč ribs cabbage leaves, potato peels, sometimes even pieces of old bread crust, from which they carefully scraped ash, as well as waiting for a passing trucks that have traveled the route, knowing them to be transported livestock feed and from which, when they shook the patches of bad roads, sometimes pieces fall oily patella. When his father disappeared, his mother showed no particular surprises or severe grief, but suddenly changed completely. It seemed that it was completely numb. Even Winston, it was obvious that waiting for something she knew that to happen. She was all that was necessary - cook, wash, mending, postiljala, swept floors, wiped the dust from the fireplace - always very slowly and without any superfluous movement as artificial doll that moves by itself. It seemed like it would be great, postavno body returned to silence. Hours almost motionless sat on the bed, his sister pestujoč, soft, sickly, very silent child of two or three years, with a face that was looking for shujšanosti monkey. Sometimes picked up by Winston and pressed for time to myself without anything said. Despite his youth and selfishness, he was aware that this is somehow related to that of never-mentioned thing that will happen. He remembered the room where they lived, dark, zatohle room, which is half occupied by a bed with a white blanket. On predpečniku were gas burner and a shelf where food was kept outside on the stairs and brown ceramic sink for common use of multiple rooms. He remembered his mother's handsome body that is leaning over the gas burner to make some agitation in the tank. Above all he remembered his continuous hunger and wild, dirty fighting at the time of eating. It seemed it goes without saying that he, "boy" to get the biggest portion, but let him give it all, still require more. At every meal she asked him not to be selfish and to remember that his little sister was also sick and needs food, but it was in vain. Tulil is furious when she stopped cover, tried to rip off her tank and žlico out of hand, grabbed a plate of chips with his sister. During the meal, however, if a mother has been on the lookout, constantly evaded from poor food supplies on the shelf. One day has been designated to receive a ration of chocolate. Such a proclamation was already several weeks or months. Clean out the precious memories of that small piece of chocolate. Plate for three ounces (in those days, they said in the unčah), for all three. It was obvious that it should be divided into three equal parts. Suddenly, as if listening to someone else, the Winston heard the loud, deep voice calls to get the whole piece. His mother told him not to be greedy. There was a long, nagging quarrel that has dragged and dragged, with screaming, crying, tears, warned, bargaining. My sister, who had clung with both hands, mother, exactly like a baby monkey, he looked over his shoulder with the big eyes. Finally, the mother of three quarters of the chocolate broken off and Winston gave the rest a quarter of its siblings, however. The girl took it and looked dull, probably not knowing what it is. Winston stood watching her for a moment. Then he jumps to the sudden rapid grabbed a piece of chocolate from her sister's hands and ran towards the door. 'Winston, Winston! "His mother called him. "Come back!" "Give her chocolate sisters!" He stopped, but did not return. Concerned mother's eyes looked deep into his motionless face. Even then, the thought of that thing, he did not know what is it that has to happen soon. His sister, knowing that they have been robbed of something, a feeble cry. Mathias wrapped her arm around a child and make his face pressed to her chest. Something in the gesture told him that my sister is dying. He turned and ran down the stairs, with chocolate, which has become sticky in his hands. Mother never had seen. After swallowing chocolate, it was somewhat ashamed of himself and several hours postaval roads, until it was expelled home hungry. When he returned, his mother has disappeared. It is at that time had already started to become normal. Nothing has disappeared from the room except his mother and sister. Not taken any clothes, maternal depletion Sun Until that day not knowing with certainty whether the mother is dead. It was quite possible that they have received only a forced labor camp. As far as my sister, she might be sent, like Winston himself, what a colony of homeless children (appointed by the correctional centers), which have risen as a result of civil war, or they may send in a compulsory camp with his mother, or are simply left somewhere to die. Dream in his mind is still very alive, especially entwined, protective hand gesture in which, he thought it covered all their importance. His thoughts returned to the second dream two months ago. Exactly so, as she sat on the dirty white mother pogrnjeni bed, a child who is clinging, sat in the ship sinking, deep underneath it tonila deeper with every minute, but still looked up to him through temnečo water. He told Julia the story of the mother disappeared. Without opening his eyes, he shifted and positioned comfortably. "It seems to me that in those days was crude little pig," he said vaguely. "All children are swine." After her breathing it was evident that she fell asleep again. I want to continue to talk about your mother. According to this, which he remembered about it, he did not think it was odd or even an intelligent woman, and yet it was in itself a kind of nobility, a kind of purity, simply because the criteria under which the act, its own criteria. Her feelings were her and not have to change the power from the outside. It should not come to my attention that an action that has no effect, therefore, has no relevance. If you love someone, you loved him, and when you had to give him anything more, you still gave him love. When he ran out the last piece of chocolate, is the mother of the child in her arms clenched. It was useless, nothing has changed, has not resulted in more chocolate, not distract the child and her death, but it seemed natural to do so. Refugees in the boat is also covered her baby with her hands, which are nothing more than protect against bullets sheet. The terrible thing that was done by lot, was that this had made sure that their own impulses and emotions do not have any prices, but robbed of power over the material world. When this was holding in his hands, there was literally nothing really matters is what you feel or not feel, what you do or not do. And yet people are barely two generations before, this does not seem very important, because they were not trying to change history. There remained faithful to private devotion, which had not been called into question. Important are the relations between individuals, but completely frail gesture, hug, tears, says dying man, this might have value in itself. Raja, it suddenly occurred to me remained in that state. They were truly Sun home lot shall not to ideas, they were loyal to each other. For the first time in my life has not despised or thought it rather as an inert force which would one day germinated and regenerated into the lives of Council. Raja remained human. They are not within rigid. They retain primal feelings that he has had himself with the conscious effort to teach again. And when he thought about it, it was no obvious correlation remembered how a few weeks ago saw the lie to the pressure of his hand cut off and kicked into a ditch, as if it were cabbage stump. "Raja, the people," he said loudly. "We are not people." "Why not?" said in July that it was again raised. For a moment he wondered. "Did you ever come to my attention," he said, "it would be best for us, if a bit short and left of here, before it is too late, and would never again see it?" "Yes, dear, I was thinking of, repeatedly." "But nevertheless I will not do." "Luckily we had," he said, "but this can not last long." "They're young." "You look normal and innocent." "If you ogibala people, like me, you may remain alive in fifty years." "Yes." "All I have changed its mind." "As you do this, I do too." "And do not be defeatist." "As well I can keep it alive." "Together, we can still live a half year or year and this is impossible to know." "Finally, but certainly we separated." "Do you understand how unspeakably alone we?" "Where we once had will not be nothing, literally nothing anyone of us can do for another." "If you confess, they would be shot, and if they deduct the recognition, they will also be shot." "Nothing I can do or say, or withholding, will not be able to postpone your death for more than five minutes." "None of us will not even know whether the others alive or dead." "Completely free of any we can." "It matters only that we shouldn 't be issued to each other, although also not the least things changed." "If you think the recognition," she said, "We have done quite sure." "Everyone always recognized." "Can not help it." "Bothering you." "I do not mean recognition." "Recognition is not treason." "What you say or do does not matter, only feelings mattered." "If you can force me to stop loving this - this would be the law of treason." Consider it. "They can not do," he finally said. "This is the only thing they can do." "I can compel them to say anything - anything - but this can not be forced to believe this." "They can not penetrate you." "No," he said with a little more hope, "no, it's true." "They can not penetrate you." "If you can feel that it is worth to stay a man, even if it does not have any effect, you beat them." He thought of the telescreen with its never sleeping ear. You can spy on you night and day, but if you keep your heart in your hands, can still be prelisičiš. Despite all its veleumnosti never master the secret thoughts of another human detection. Perhaps this was less true when you were already in their hands. Nobody knew what was going on within the Ministry of love found, however, to guess: torture, drugs, delicate instruments that registered nervous reactions, gradual aging of insomnia, loneliness and eternal questioning. Facts in any case it was not possible to keep to yourself. They can be traced by asking, you can derive by means of torture. But if the goal is to stay alive but to stay human, that has not changed much after all. They could not change your feelings, for that matter, you could be subjected to them, even if he had wanted. They can be found to the last detail everything you do or say or think, but the internal heart, whose performance has remained mysterious even you alone, were still nezavzetno. They do this, finally have done! Room where they stood, was stretched out and loose illuminated. The telescreen was fastened in a quiet whisper, the richness of dark blue carpet is raise any impression that step, Mon velvet. At the far end of the room is a table under a green shaded lamp O'Brien sat down with a bunch of papers on each side. He did not give disturbed when the servant brought Julia and Winston and did not look up. Winston wildly thumping heart so that there were doubts whether it could not speak. They do this, finally have done, it was everything you can think. I already did get it was unwise act together and get straight madness, although it was true that they came through different routes and have only met on O'Brien staircase. But he has to arrive at such a place was needed nervous effort. Only on rare occasions, the man saw the inside of the residential area of the Inner Party members, or just that erupted in the city quarter where they lived. The whole atmosphere of the huge apartment block, the richness and dimension of all that unusual smells of good food and good tobacco, the silent and incredibly rapid lifts sliding up and down, butlers in white jackets, which ran back and forth - this is all frightened. Although he had a good pretext for coming here, he is persecuted in every step of the fear that it will suddenly appear from behind a corner guard in black uniforms, called Securities and ordered him out to be collected. However, it is serving O'Brien accepted without hesitation. He was small, temnolas men in white coat, with a diamond shaped, fully brezizraznim face to face could be Chinese. Corridor, in which he led, was covered with soft carpet, the wallpaper and paint the walls cream and white panels, all carefully clean. This is also a frightened man. Winston could not remember ever seeing a corridor which would not have been fouled on the walls of the touches of human bodies. O'Brien was holding a piece of paper and it appeared to be closely examined. It eclipses her face, bent so that it can be seen only line the nose, he looked scary and intelligent at the same time. Twenty seconds may be seated without the move. Then he pulled himself to narekovalni dictating machine and a message in a mixed jargon of Ministries: Items of a coma coma for seven full five-stop approved a proposal under the heading of six anti dvoplus thought crimes at the border as appropriate emergency stop control predoddajna mašinerijo plusradikalno assessed a stop at the end of the report above. It is prudent to get up from his chair and walked silently toward them on the carpet. It seemed that some of the formal atmosphere of Newspeak words accounted for by him, but his face was mračnejši than usual, as if they were told it was not to disturb him. Horror by Winston already felt was suddenly prestrelila usual dilemma. He seemed perfectly possible to simply make stupid mistakes. For where he had real proof that O'Brien is a kind of political conspirator? None, except for flashes of eyes and a single ambiguous remark, than this is just hidden, a dream-based performances. In Shrink is no longer able, on the pretext that he came to borrow the dictionary, because in this case is impossible to explain the presence Julijino. When O'Brien passed the telescreen, it appeared that it overcame some thought. He stopped, turned and pressed a switch on the wall. Has broken sharply. The voice paused. In July, slightly jeknila somehow squeak of surprise. Despite all the panic is thrown back to Winston that he was unable to hold tongue. "You can turn off!" He said. "Yes," O'Brien said, "We can be extinguished." "We have this privilege." Now they stood opposite each other. He is a solid figure rose above them both, the expression on his face was still incomprehensible. Somewhat strictly waiting to speak to Winston, but what? Even now I think it was possible that a short and a little busy man, angrily asking why they got it wrong. Nobody spoke. Now, when he was picked off, the room seemed quiet death. Long seconds they ran past. The problem is Winston kept his look fixed on O'Brien's straight into his eyes. Then suddenly the grim face broke into something that could start a smile. With his characteristic gesture O'Brien repair you glasses on his nose. "Let me tell you or will you?" he said. "I'll tell you," she said Winston promptly. "It is true that thing off?" "Yes, everything is off." "We ourselves." "We came here because -" Paused, aware of the ambiguity of his motives for the first time. As indeed he did not know what kind of assistance expected from O'Brien, it was not easy to tell why he came. He continued, knowing that what we say, to sound pathetic and pretentious at the same time: "We believes that there is some sort of conspiracy, some kind of secret organization working against the Party, and that you complicated it." "I would like to join it and it worked." "We are the enemy of the Party." "I do not believe in the principles Angsoca." "We Thought criminal." "We also adulterers." "It's telling you, because we want to leave your grace." "If you want to obtoživa otherwise, we are ready." Paused and looked over his shoulder with a sense that the door opened. And indeed, little servant with a yellow face has entered without knocking. Winston saw that bears the tray with a bottle and glasses. "Martin is one of our own," said O'Brien is indifferent. "Get a drink here, Martin." "Put it to the round table." "We have enough chairs?" "Then you can also sit down and talk more comfortably." "Bring a chair for yourself, Martin." "This is a business matter." "For the next ten minutes you can stop to be a servant." Little man was sat quite quiet, but still with the term servant of the servants of expression, which enjoys the privilege. Winston is the eyes watching from the corner. He thought that all her husband's life and playing the role that it seems dangerous to discard the default instant personality. O'Brien grabbed the neck of a bottle and filled the glasses with a dark red liquid. This is Winston raised misty memories of something seen long time ago on some wall or plotu - a huge bottle composed of electric lights, which seemed as if moving up and down and poured its contents into the jar. Seen from above, it was almost black looking thing in the bottle while the svetlikala as Ruby. She had a sweet acidic smell. He saw Julia, to increase the cup and smell the frank curiosity. "This is real wine," he said with a slight smile O'Brien. "Without doubt they read about it in books." "I fear that the wider party to avoid a lot." His face became solemn again, and raised his glass: "I think that is fitting to begin with nazdravljanjem." "For our leader: Emmanuel Goldstein." Winston raised his glass with a fervor. Wine has been a matter about which he had read and dreamed. As a glass paperweight or semi spomnjeni Charringtonovi verses also belonged to missing wine, romantic past, old time, as I called it hidden in his mind. For some reason, always thought that the wine is intensely sweet taste, like a blueberry marmalade and opijajoč immediate effect. In fact, it was when he swallowed a disappointment. In fact, after many years when he only drank gin, though we perceive its taste. He put the empty glass. "Thus, the existence of man, as Goldstein?" he said. "Yes, such a man and lives." "What I do not know." "But conspiracy - the organization?" "Is it true?" "Not only think the Thought Police?" "No, it is true." "We call it the Brotherhood." "You'll never learn anything more about the Brotherhood than that it exists and that you belong." "As soon as I reverted to this." He glanced at his watch. "Even a lot of members of the Core is not wise to exclude the telescreen for more than a half hour." "It should not come together and I will have to go separately." "You, comrade -" the inclination of the head Juliet, "you go first." "We have about twenty minutes." "You'll understand that I need to start with some questions." "In general terms, what they are willing to do?" "Everything is in our power," said Winston. O'Brien has moved slightly in his chair, so that he had turned to Winston. For Julia, almost no attention and seemed to appear only after it goes without saying that Winston could speak for her. For a moment, let the eye lids. He began to ask questions, with quiet, brezizraznim voice, as if they were routine, a kind of catechism, most of the answers which he has already known. "Are you ready to give life?" "Yes." "Are you ready for murder?" "Yes." "Sabotažna accomplished acts which may lead to death hundreds of innocent people?" "Yes." "Engrave their homeland to foreign forces?" "Yes." "Are you willing to deceive, falsify, blackmail, pokvarjati children razpečavati drugs, encourage prostitution, to disseminate venereal diseases - to do everything you could possibly result in undermining the authority demoralizacijo and the Party?" "Yes." "If it were, for example, however in our favor, throw sulfuric acid in baby's face - you are willing to do?" "Yes." "Are you willing to lose their identity and spend the rest of life as a waiter or Steve?" "Yes." "Are you willing to perform suicide, and when you do orders?" "Yes." "Are you ready, both of you to separate and never again do not see each other?" "No!" Was invaded in July. Winston thought that much time has passed before he answered. For a moment it seemed that he was deprived of the gift of speech. His tongue worked soundlessly, a framework for the initial syllable of the first one, then another word, again and again. As long as it had not ruled it did not know which word it intends to say. "No," he finally said. "It is a device that told us this," said O'Brien. "We need to know everything." He turned to Julia and added in a tone which was a few more words: "Do you understand that, even if they survive, perhaps another man?" "We may be forced to give him a new look." "His face, his movements, and the design period, the color of hair - even his voice would have been different." "And you yourself might become a different man." "Our surgeons can change people beyond recognition." "Sometimes it's appropriate." "Sometimes even amputiramo what limb." Winston he could not turn it sideways glance Mon Martin's Mongolian face. No scars could not see. July was a shade pale, so that the show its spots, but bravely looked to O'Brien. Mumbled something, which was considered as consent. "Good." "After this manner." On the table was silver cigarette socket. The term is rather absent O'Brien pushed toward each other, the one I took, and then slowly got up and began to march back and forth, it would be better thought of standing. Cigarettes were very good, very thick and full, with an unusually silky paper. O'Brien looked at his watch again. "'d Better get back to his store, Martin," he said. "I will included the quarter of an hour." "You look at these comrades face before you go." "What you saw them." "I might do." Exactly as they did the front door, the eyes glanced now little man, in their faces. No trace of friendship was not in his behavior. Remember it is their faces, but did not feel any interest in them, and it seemed as though it does not feel. Winston was struck the idea that the man may be unable to change the face expression. Not that anything said or any welcome, and Martin walked quietly behind closed doors. O'Brien was strolling up and down with one hand in the pocket of his black overalls, the other while keeping a cigarette. "You understand," he said, "that will be fought in the dark." "You will always be in the dark." "Will take orders and pokoravala them without knowing why." "Later I'll send the book from which they will learn about the true nature of the society in which we live and strategy, which will destroy it." "When you read a book, you also member of the Guild." "But on that the general objectives for which we fight, and with current tasks, they will not know anything." "I tell you that the Brotherhood exists, but I can not tell you or be hundreds or tens of millions of members." "On his personal acquaintance will be able to say that barely a dozen are considered." "You'll have three or four associations, which will otherwise expire, but will now be restored now." "Since this was the first link to yours, will be preserved." "When they get orders, they will get from me." "If we find it necessary to come into contact with you, we will do so at Martin." "When they finally caught, will be recognized." "This is absolutely." "But he will recognize little other than their own actions." "It will be able to issue more than a handful of unimportant people." "You will not be issued, nor me." "Until then I might be dead, or I become a different person with a different face." Was then walked back and forth across the soft carpet. Despite zajetnosti his body was seen in his travels grace. Issue even in the movement, which is buried with his hand in his pocket, or acted with a cigarette. The more power it gave the impression the impression of confidence and understanding, painted with irony. Let even the most serious thought to him that there was no linearity, which belongs fanatikom. When he talked about murder, suicide, sexual diseases, amputed limbs and altered faces, it worked with a slight prizvokom ridicule. "This is absolutely," she seemed to speak his voice, "we must do and we must be tough." "But this will not work when life worth living again." Wave of admiration, almost worship, it swam from Winston to O'Brien. For a moment he forgot about the blurred figure of Goldstein. When you looked at O'Brien's powerful shoulders and his beadle shaped face, so ugly and yet so accomplished, it was impossible to believe that it would be defeated. There were no tricks to it is not a piece, non-hazardous, which is not able to predict. In July, seemed impressed. Left is that the cigarette went out and listened carefully. O'Brien continued: "I heard rumors about the existence of the Guild." "There is no doubt about it as you create your own image." "Perhaps they imagined groundwater expansive world of conspirators who secretly meet as cells, write a message on the walls, to recognize the special password or hand movements. "Nothing like that." "Guild members do not recognize each other and it is impossible that any member would be aware of the image more than a handful of other." "If Goldstein himself fell into the hands of the Thought Police, would not be able to provide a complete list of members or any information that could lead to a complete list." "Such a list." "Guild can not be destroyed because it is not an organization in the traditional sense." "Nothing else is not held together as an idea which is indestructible." "I never will have anything else that you would support such an idea only." "It will comradeship had neither Sun encouragement." "When you are finally caught, you will not receive aid." "You never help their members." "In the extreme case when it is absolutely necessary that someone utišamo, sometimes smuggling in cell jetnikovo razor." "Will have to get used to life without success and without hope." "For some time they did, they arrested, they admitted, and then you die." "These are the only results that you'll ever see." "There is no prospect that life could arise on any of our notable change." "We're dead." "Our only true life is in the future." "We attended to by a handful of dust and splinters of bone." "But how far is this future, we do not know." "Maybe a thousand years." "Meanwhile, things can not be nothing but little by little to expand the scope of common sense." "We can not act collectively." "You can only expanding their knowledge outwards from individual to individual, from generation to generation." "Faced with the Thought Police there is no other way." He stopped and looked at the third hour. 'S almost time to leave, comrade, "said Juliet. "Wait." "Bottle is half full." Fill the glass and raised his own. "What now?" he said he still had the same gentle touch of irony. "In the confusion the Thought Police?" "The death of Big Brother?" "In the humanities?" "In the future?" "In the past," said Winston. "The past is important," O'Brien agreed seriously. The jars are emptied, and the moment afterwards, in July rose to leave. O'Brien took a small closet with the top box, handed her a flat white pill and told her to put it on the tongue. The important thing is, he said, it does not smell good for wine, servers in the lifts are very careful. How fast the door closed behind her, it seemed that he forgot it. He took a step or two up and down and stopped a little. "It is necessary to regulate in detail," he said. "I assume that you have a place to hide?" Winston told him the room above Charringtonovo trade. "For now this match." "Later we will arrange you something else." "The important thing is to change often conceal." "While I will send you a copy of the book '- even O'Brien, Winston noticed, pronounces the word as if it were in italics -" Goldsteinovo book, because you understand, as soon as possible. " "It may take several days to get to the subject." "Not by much, as you might think." "Thought Police hunted and destroyed almost as fast as we can." "But that's hardly changed." "The book is indestructible." "Be it also destroyed the last copy, you can restore almost word for word." "Do you carry a briefcase to work?" is asked. "As a rule, yes." "What is it?" 'Black, very shabby. " "The two straps." "Black, two straps, very shabby - just." "One day in the very near future - I can not say the date will be one of the messages among your morning work included a printed word wrong and you should ask for repetition." "The next day you go to work without a briefcase." "Once the day on the road, you will be touched by the hand and a man said:" I think you dropped it in the Briefcase. "" "The one who will give to you, the Goldstein book copy." "You'll come back in a fortnight." For a moment they remained silent. "A few minutes were left by the time you need to go," said O'Brien. 'We met it again - if we have met - " Winston looked up to him. "The place where there are no issues?" has reluctantly said. O'Brien nodded without a surprised look. "The place where there are no issues," he said, would be recognized as a hint. "And that is something like what you say before you go?" "What message?" "What question?" Winston thought. It seemed to him that there are no other issues that I would want to place, let alone felt the need to cast any generally high zvenečo comment. Instead, any action, directly associated with O'Brien or fraternity, he was thinking up some kind of image dark bedroom where his mother spent his The Last Days, the small room above Charringtonovo trade, and a glass paperweight and engraving in the context of dark red wood. Almost at random he said: "You may have heard the old song, from oranges and lemons, eat the bell at St. Klementinu?" O'Brien nodded again. With the kind of courtesy is a serious complement verse: "You know the last line!" Said Winston. "Yes, I know the last line." "And now, I'm afraid it's time to go." "But wait." "It is better if you give one of these pills." When Winston stood up O'Brien stretched out his hand. His strong grasp of the alligator bones in Winston palms. When the door Winston looked back, but it seemed that O'Brien is already being erased from the mind. He waited with his hand on the switch, which is picked kontroliralo. Behind him Winston could see the writing desk with a green shaded lamp, and wire baskets narekovalnikom, preobloženimi with papers. The event was completed. In thirty seconds, it occurred to O'Brien will return to its important work for the benefit of the Party, he had severed. Winston was tired all the jelly. The jelly was the right word. The idea came to him spontaneously. It seemed to him that his body is not only weak zdriza, but also its transparency. He felt that, if raised by hand, see light through it. Huge amount of work it is immoderate drained all the blood and sokrvico and left behind only a delicate web of nerves, bones and skin. All over the sensor. Overall it was cutting the shoulders and the pressure by the ščemel the soles, even opening and closing time was the effort that was causing that his conclusions škripali. In five days he worked more than ninety hours. Likewise, everyone else in the Ministry. Now it was all over and literally had nothing to do, no work of any kind of party, until the next day. Can he spent six hours in the hideout and the other nine in his own bed. Slowly he walked a mild afternoon sunlight through a sordid Charringtonovi in the direction of trade, while keeping one eye open for the patrols, but nerazumsko sure that the afternoon so there is no danger to anyone interfering. Heavy Briefcase, which was carrying him along every step of the Butala at the knee, sending him over the skin feeling ščemeče feet. Inside the book, which is now owned for six days and still did not open, or look. Sixth day of the week of hatred, by parades, speeches, vzklikanju, singing, flags, posters, films, wax, bobnenju drums and trumpets whimpering, topotanju marching feet, the grinding of tank tracks, collected rjovenju avionov, ropotanju guns - after six days of when the great orgasm twitched to its peak and the general hatred of Eurasia sprang to such delirium that the crowd when they could get into the hands of two thousand Eurasian war criminals to be publicly hanged on the last day of events, no doubt at all ripped chips - just the moment it was announced that Oceania is not at all in war with Eurasia. Oceania is at war with Eastazijo. Eurasia was an ally. Of course it was recognized that something has changed. Only became known, very suddenly and everywhere at once, that Eastasia is the enemy rather than Eurasia. Winston has been involved in demonstrations in one of the central London markets, where it happened. It was night and the white faces and flags are pale purple lights lit. The market was full of several thousand people, including a set of about a thousand schoolchildren in uniforms spies. On the stage is decorated purple party speaker, a small, thin man with long arms and disproportional large bald skull, which is propelled to some poor waves, urging the crowd. Small stature, malformed from hatred, the door clutching the microphone, while the other hand, the air wing threat over their heads. His voice, which was made of metallic boosters, the endless list tulil cruelty, killing, deportation, pillaging, robbery, torture of prisoners, bombing civilians, lying propaganda, insidious attacks, broken agreements. Almost could not be heard, without being first convinced and then distracting. Every few moments, the crowd bursting with rage and a voice speaker flooded wild roar of livestock, which was uncontrolled in thousands of necks crane. The most savage shouts were coming from school. The speech lasted perhaps twenty minutes when a messenger rushed the stage and shook hands in govornikovo piece of paper. This was developed by and read without speaking break. Nothing has changed in his voice, or behavior, or the content of what he said, but suddenly the names were different. Understanding of the flood wave of the crowd, without a single spoken word. Oceania is at war with Eastazijo! The next moment, the excitement created dynamically. Flags and posters with which the market was decorated were all wrong! Whole half was wearing false faces. Sabotage! At work they were agents of Goldstein! There was a rebellious break, in which the walls tore posters, clothes cefrali flag and trampling feet. Spies campaign staged miraculous climb on rooftops and cutting the flags that have plapolale the chimney. But in two or three minutes it was all over. The speaker is still clutching the microphone and the door to skrivljenimi shoulders, krileč with free hand in the air, immediately continued speaking. Another minute and untamed, angry roar again bruhalo from the crowd. Hate continued exactly as before, the only other target was. What has made an impression on Winston, when he looked back now, was that the speaker switches from one line to another mid-sentence, so to speak, not only without a break, but even so, it is not breaking the syntax. But now they have to hire other things. It was at that time of disorder when they tore the posters when he was a man whose face he saw, tapped on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, I think you missed a briefcase." Thoughtfully took the briefcase, without saying a word. He knew that days passed before they will have the opportunity to look into it. As soon as the demonstrations were completed, he went straight to the Ministry of Truth, even though the clock for nearly twenty-three. The full team of the Ministry also made a. The commands that are already broadcast the screen, urging them on company sites, were hardly necessary. Oceania is at war with Eastazijo: Oceania has always been at war with Eastazijo. A large part of the political literature of five years has now become totally redundant. Reports and documents of all kinds, newspapers, books, brochures, films, audio tapes, photographs - all had to be corrected with lightning speed. Although not issued any directive, it was known that the chiefs of the Department to assume that in a week will not be any mention of the war with Eurasia, or the alliance with Eastazijo. The work is all recruited to the extreme, even more because of what procedures were used for this are not allowed to appoint a real name. Everyone in the Records Department worked eighteen hours of the twenty-four, with three-hour deduction for sleep. From the basement, brought mattresses and installed in all corridors, servers from the canteen trucks are vassals of meals consisting of sandwiches and coffee victory. Winston strove to whenever work was interrupted for a short predahov to sleep, leave the table stowed, it is always when the Asp glued eyes and crawled back again discovered that the table covered with rolls of paper other than torrents snowdrifts, half buried narekovalnik and spilled on the floor, so it should first ensure that they explain pretty enough and so got loads of space to work. Worst of all was that the work was by no means a purely mechanical. It has often been sufficient to replace one name with another, but any detailed report on the events called for attention and imagination. It took even the knowledge of the geography that you can premeščal war with one of the world to another. On the third day by the skeleton and eye glasses intolerable you have to delete it once every few minutes. It was like warfare with a devastating physical task, the things which man has the right to refuse, but would nevertheless like to enforce a neurotic. As far as he had time to do this is remembered, is not disturbed by the fact that every word muttered by the narekovalnik, ink, each stroke of his pen, deliberate lie. Like everyone else at the Department strove to make a complete falsification. In the morning, the sixth day, the flow subsided rolls. Full half an hour there was nothing in the pipe, then another loop, then nothing. Throughout the work about the same time ponehavalo. And hidden deep sigh as he went through the Department. A powerful work he would never mention it can be done. Now it was unlikely that anyone on the basis of documentary evidence to prove that they were ever at war with Eurasia. At twelve, it was unexpectedly announced that all workers in the Department until the following morning for free. Winston, still pregnant briefcase with the book, which is resting between his feet while he worked, and under the body, while he was asleep, he went home, shaved and almost fell asleep in the bath, although the water was barely more than lukewarm. With a sort of creaking in the joints nasladnim climbed the stairs of Charringtonovo trade. He was tired, but no longer sleepy. He opened his window, turned off the oven a little oil and water pot for coffee. July will come soon, while the book yet. He sat in a chair and sing dirty straps on his briefcase. Tough notebook, amateur bound, without a name or address on the cover. Even the press seemed slightly incorrect. Leaves were worn at the edges and were easily distinguished, as the book was already gone through many hands. The inscription on the front page read: Theory and practice collectivism oligarhičnega Emmanuel Goldstein (Winston began to read.) 1st section Ignorance is Strength Throughout recorded time, and perhaps the end of the Neolithic period, were the world's three kinds of people, high, medium and low. Were divided in many ways, They wore a myriad of different names and their relative numbers, such as interpersonal relations, they rotate from period to period, but the essential structure of society has never altered. Even after enormous upheavals and seemingly irrevocable changes, the same pattern time and again acknowledged as the stabilizer always return to equilibrium, no matter how far it is pushed into this or that side. The objectives of these groups are quite nespravljivi ... Winston stopped reading, not least in order to overstate the fact that the true reading, in comfort and safety. He was alone: no telescreen, no ear of the lock, no nervous impulse to look back over his shoulder or cover the page with his hand. Sweet summer air played it on my cheeks. From somewhere in the distance came a feeble cry of children in a room alone and there was no voice, except for insect voice of an hour. Installed deeper in the chair and put your feet on predpečnik. It was a beating, it was an eternity. Suddenly, as sometimes you do with the book, which you know that you finally read it and read every word again it was opened in second place and found himself in the third chapter. He continued: 3rd section War is Peace Split the world into three superstate was the event that it could be anticipated and indeed was also provided in the first half of the twentieth century. When we joined Europe, Russia and the United States capture the British Empire, two of the now ruling powers, Eurasia and Oceania, in fact already exist. The third, Eastasia, has emerged as a separate unit after another decade of confused fighting. The boundaries between these three superstate in some places arbitrary, and in other kolebajo war in accordance with happiness, but in general follow geographical boundaries. Eurasia cover the entire northern part of European and Asian terrestrial mass, from Portugal to the Bering Strait. Oceania covers the two Americas, the Atlantic islands including the British Isles, Avstralazijo and southern Africa. Eastasia, smaller than the two others and the less marked the western boundary, comprises China and the region south of it, and big islands of Japan, a volatile part of Manchuria and Tibet. In such a combination or another, these three superstate constantly at war and have fought to the last twenty years. However, war is no longer desperate, destructive fight, as it was in the first decades of the twentieth century. This is the warfare of limited aims between the contesting who are unable to destroy one another, with no material cause for fighting and are not distinguished by no significant ideological difference. This does not mean that either war, or the dominant attitude towards the war has become less bloodthirsty, or more Knights. On the contrary, war hysteria is continuous and widespread in all countries and acts such as rape, looting, slaughtering children, enslavement of entire populations and reprisals against prisoners which extend even to the cooking and the burying alive, look like normal people, and where committed by their own side, not the enemy, is to be applauded. However, in a physical sense war involves quite a small number of people, mostly well-versed specialists, and causes relatively small losses. When the deal is unclear fight to beat the limits on the approximate location where the average man can only guess, or floating around the fortresses that guarded strategic points on the river borders. The centers of civilization war means the only constant limits of consumer goods and occasional rocket explosion bomb may have caused some twentieth of the dead. War is in fact changed its character. More specifically, the reasons for which the water war, have changed the nature of their importance. The designs were slight, already present in the major wars of the early twentieth century, have now become dominant, might be consciously recognizes and creates. In order to understand what the essence of the current war - because despite pregrupiranju to be made every few years, it is always the same war - is essential to understand that it is impossible that this would end the war. None of the three superstate would not be able to finally overcome, although the other two would be united against her. Too many are assimilated and their natural defenses are too strong. Secondly, it is not in material terms, nothing more, which would be fought. The drafting is self-contained national economy in which production and consumption coincide with each other, ended the competition for markets, which was the primary cause of the earlier war, while the competition for raw materials is no longer concerns the life or death. Indeed, each of the three-dimensional superstate so that almost all the raw materials it needs, to acquire within their own borders. As far as how the war would have a direct economic purpose, it would be a war for labor. Between the boundaries of the three superstate, and not the permanent possession of any of them, lying to the approximate corners of the quad to Tangiers, Brazzaville, Darwin, and Hong Kong, which covers about a fifth of earth's population. And for possession of these densely populated areas and the northern half of the ice is constantly fighting the three forces. Virtually no force controls the whole of the disputed territory. Parts of these areas, constantly passing from hand to hand and the chance of sudden Corr izdajalsko move this or that area, is what dictates them to change again and again ally. All the disputed territories contain valuable ores, and some of them provide important vegetable products such as gum, which is in the colder climate to be artificially procured at relatively expensive method. In particular, contain bottomless supply cheap labor. Residents of these areas, reduced more or less openly to the status of slaves are passed continually from conqueror to osvajalcu and are in the race to make more military equipment, cover more territory, control over labor and so on, also used as coal and oil. Should be noted that the fear never really not moved beyond the edge of the disputed areas. Limits Eurasia swim back and forth between the Congolese basin and north of the Mediterranean coast, Indian Ocean islands permanently occupy and conquer it again, Oceania or Eastasia; line that separates the Eurasia and Mongolia Eastazijo, it is never stable, all three forces are owned by huge territory around the course which are in fact largely uninhabited and unexplored, but the balance of power always remains roughly the same and the territory which constitutes the heart of each of the superstate, still remains intact. Moreover, the work of exploited people around the equator is not really necessary for the global economy. Contribute nothing to the wealth of the world, because whatever you produce, is used for military purposes and object of war is always the same - to be in a better position for a new war. Slave population allows their work to increase the tempo of continuous warfare. But it would not be, the structure of world society and the process by which it maintains are not significantly different. The primary aim of modern warfare (in accord with the principles guiding dvomišljenja brains of the Inner Party that aims at the same time recognize and not recognize) the use of machinery products, without raising the general standard of living. Ever since the end of the nineteenth century, industrial society the problem of torture, what to do with the surplus of consumable goods. Today, when few people have enough to eat, this problem obviously is not serious, and may not become, even if I had not acted artificial processes of destruction. Today's world is naked, hungry, ruined place compared with the world as it was prior to 1914, and even worse in comparison with the imagined future, as people are looking forward to that time. In the early twentieth century, the ranks of future vision, incredibly rich, brezdelne, orderly and effective - brilliant antiseptics world of glass, steel and concrete, snow white - the consciousness of the written almost every man. Science and technology have progressed with surprising speed and it seemed natural to assume that will be further developed. This has not happened, partly due to poverty caused by the long line of wars and revolutions, partly because the scientific and technological development depends on the empirical habit of thought, which could not be maintained in strict uniformity of society. Overall the world is more primitive today than it was fifty years ago. Some backward areas have advanced, and various inventions, somewhere always associated with the battle or to police špijonažo are advanced, but experiment and invention have largely stopped and the devastation caused by the atomic war in devetnajstopetdesetih years, has never been fully restored. However, the risks they bring with them machines are still there. From the moment when the machine appeared, it was clear to all thinking people that the need for težaškem work and therefore to a great extent for human inequality has disappeared. When the machines were prudently used for this purpose would be starvation, excessive work, dirt, illiteracy and disease in a few generations away. And, indeed, the machinery, not to have been used for this purpose, but after an automatic process - by producing goods that it was sometimes impossible not to distribute - a very high standard of the average person arise out after a period of about fifty years at the end of the nineteenth century and beginning of the twentieth. Clearly, it was that every increase in wealth threatened the destruction - indeed, and it was destroyed in a sense - a hierarchical society. In a world where everyone worked short hours, had enough to eat, lived in a house with a bathroom and fridge and have a car or even plane, the most obvious and perhaps most important form of inequality have disappeared. If it once became general welfare, would not allow any difference. Undoubtedly, it was possible to imagine a society in which the prosperity, in terms of personal property and luxury, should be evenly distributed, while power remained in the hands of a small, privileged of caste. But in practice such a society would not long remain stable. For if leisure and enjoy peace of mind all the same, the great mass of people, usually poneumljena of poverty would become literate and learned to think of themselves, and when they were already so far, would sooner or later realize that the privileged minority has no function and could pomedli. In the long course of years, a hierarchical society was only possible on the basis of poverty and ignorance. Back to agrikulturno history, having been dreaming of some thinkers about the beginning of the twentieth century was not a feasible solution. She was in conflict with the tendency to mechanization, almost instinctively prevailed in nearly all the world, and more, every country which remained industrially backward was helpless in a military context, and sentenced to it directly or indirectly ruled by its advanced competitors. Furthermore, there was a satisfactory solution to keep the crowd in poverty by restricting the production of goods. This has largely occurred during the final phase of capitalism, roughly between 1920 and 1940th Was allowed to the economy of many countries is stagnating, not more cultivated land, the capital did not grow to large masses of population are impossible to work at all, the half live is maintained by the State Social Welfare. But even this has led to military weakness and because it was caused by a lack of clearly unnecessary, it inevitably led to the opposition. It was how to keep the wheels of industry in the course without the law in the world increased prosperity. Items had to be produced, but not to distribute. And in practice, the only way to achieve this constant warfare. The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but products of human labor. With the war somehow drop it into pieces, sending into the stratosphere, or dive to the bottom of the sea those goods which would otherwise be used so that the masses become too comfortable life, and after a long time more intelligently. Even when weapons of war is not really destroyed, the production of weapons is still a reasonable way to spend labor without producing something that could also konsumirano. Floating Fortress, for example, your work is closed, which could create hundreds of cargo ships. Finally, as you eliminate outdated, never brought any material benefit to anyone, then work with the new build huge new floating fortress. The war effort načeluje always planned so that you can swallow any surplus that may be available even after they have met the basic needs of the population. In practice, the ruling circles of the population still underestimate the need and the result of a chronic shortage of half the necessities of life, a look at this as something useful. This is a deliberate policy to keep even favored sections of somewhere on the edge of trouble, because the overall situation increases the importance of the lack of small privileges and thus increases the difference between one and the second layer. Under the criteria of early twentieth-century lives even moderate member of the Inner Party and delavno life. However, by the few delights to enjoy - the large, nicely furnished apartment, his clothes of better fabrics, better quality food, beverages and tobacco, two or three servants, private car or helicopter - to represent it in a different world than members of the general lot and members of the general Party have similar advantages in comparison with the poorer masses, called "Paradise." Social atmosphere is similar to that of besieged cities, where the owner of a piece of horse meat a richness that distinguishes it from poverty. The realization that the war and the country in danger, therefore, it also has the result that looks natural and indispensable to the survival, if it has all the power in the hands of low caste. As we shall see, not only that war is destroying what should be destroyed, but it also carries the psychologically acceptable way. In principle, it would be quite easy to absorb surplus labor to build the world's temples and pyramids, by digging pits and re-pack or even in the production of large quantities of goods which they then burned. But this would only ensure the economic base, but would not create an emotional base for a hierarchical society. You have not mattered masses whose position is unimportant as long remain constantly at work, but have their own lots. Even members of weakening the Party expects to be able, hard working and within narrow limits, even intelligent, but it is also necessary that the fanatic, it is dominated by fear, hatred, and orgiastično prilizovanje triumph. In other words, the matter is that the mentality required for war. It does not matter whether the war is really struggling, as a final victory is not possible, so no matter whether the war is proceeding well or poorly. It is necessary only that the State Government in war. A lot of its members requires that the split mind, which is easily achieved in an atmosphere of war, this situation is now almost universal, and when vzpenjaš up the ladder, the more apparent. It is in the Restricted Party, war hysteria and hatred of the enemy is strongest. Inner Party member of the Management Service often need to know that this or that statement false reports in the war, and may often be aware that the entire war and is forged or not at all, or are kept for purposes that are completely different of declared and gives recognition technique can easily neutralize dvomišljenja. Thus, no member of the Inner Lots shall hovers in the mystical faith that the war is real and must be victorious end to the oceans, which will undoubtedly zagospodovala finally over the whole world. For all members of the Inner Party is this thing coming triumph of faith. Will be achieved by stopping or by gradually more and more territory, so as to strengthen its comprehensive superiority, or the discovery of some new and irresistible arms. Search for new weapons continues to continuity, this is one of the very few remaining activities in which inventive and speculative type of mind to find out. In Oceania, nowadays, the old meaning of science in almost ceased. In Newspeak there is no word for "science". An empirical method of thinking, in which they were designed, all the scientific achievements of the past, contrary to the most fundamental principle Angsoca. Advanced technology, and even then only when its products are somehow used to reduce human freedom. In all the useful arts council or stationary or declining. Fields treated with horse-drawn plows while books are written machines. But in matters of vital importance - which is really a war or police špijonažo - an empirical approach is still encouraged, or at least tolerated. A lot has set the goal zavojevati entire surface of the earth and finally eradicate the possibility of independent thought. It gives rise to two problems, which are trying to save Lot. The first is how to find the will of man, what thoughts, and second, how to kill a few seconds to a few hundred million people without prior warning. In so far as scientific research still continues, as its main task. Today's scientist is either a mixture of psychologist and Inquisitor, which is exceptional considering the importance of accurate facial expression, movement and voice tones and testing drugs that prevent the concealment of the truth, shock therapy, hypnosis, and physical torture, or a chemist, physicist or biologist, which deals only with such branches of his special subject, which are important for capturing life. The Ministry of giant peace laboratories and experimental stations hidden in the Brazilian forests, the Australian desert island or lost in the Antarctic, the teams work tirelessly to experts. Some are simply dealing with logistics planning of future wars, and others invent more and larger rocket bombs, more and more powerful explosives, more and more impenetrable armor steel, and others are seeking new and even more fatal gases or soluble toxins that could be produced in such quantities as to destroy vegetation entire continents, or call the generation of disease, immunized against all possible antibodies, and others seeking to make a vehicle that you would izvrtalo way underground, so as submerged submarine or aircraft, possibly was also independent of their base as a floating ship, and others even more impossible to explore the possibility of chance, how to collect the sun's rays through a lens, located thousands of miles away in space and Earth cause earthquakes and artificial intertidal waves with heat from the center of the earth. But these plans are nobeden never any closer to realization and three superstate is ever important not climb over the other two. It is important that all three forces already have the atomic bomb weapons, which is much stronger than those to be detected by their current research. Although the parties in accordance with their invention of traditions attributed to atomic bombs themselves, the latter were already in devetnajstoštiridesetih years and they are widely used for the first time about ten years later. At that time, hundreds of bombs dropped on industrial centers, especially in European Russia, Western Europe and North America. The effect of this was that the leaders of all countries to convince them that only a few more atomic bombs mean the end of organized society, and therefore also their own government. After that are not concluded a formal agreement or start talking about this possibility, but have not thrown any more bombs. All three forces are still only produced the atomic bomb and held for a crucial opportunity on which all three believe that it will come sooner or later. And while the art of war remain the same for almost thirty or forty years. More than before using helicopters, bombers are dictated largely supersedes the missiles and the fragile movable battleship has left the city almost unsinkable Floating Fortress. Tank, submarine, torpedo, engine and even the rifle and hand grenade are still in use. And despite the endless massacre, reported on the screen and in print, the desperate struggle, in which it was often within a few weeks, killing hundreds and even millions of people are never repeated. None of the three superstate should never undertake maneuvers, which would risk a serious defeat. Where there is a major operation, it is usually a sudden attack on an ally. The strategy has attitude, or to pretend that the attitude of all three forces is the same. The idea is: a combination of fighting, bargaining and timely treacherous beats trying to get the ring base, which would be completely surrounded one or other of two competing countries, and then be signed by the rival pact of friendship and peaceful relations remained for many years to suspected to be sleeping. During this time, to collect rockets loaded with atomic bombs at all strategic points, ultimately it all at once launched, and the effect was so devastating that it would be impossible for revenge. It was then time to sign the pact of friendship with the rest of world power, in preparation for the next attack. This plan, it is hardly necessary to say, it is only a dream that can not be achieved. What's more, never comes to fighting, except in controversial areas around the Pole and the equator, never to attempt to avoid the intrusion of hostile territory. This explains the fact that in some places arbitrary boundaries between superstate. Eurasia, for example, could easily be taken the British Islands, which are geographically part of Europe, on the other hand, it would be possible for Oceania to push its boundaries to the Rhine or even to the Vistula. But that would break the principle that the attitude of all three parties, although it was never formulated, of cultural integrity. If Oceania took the field, which was once known as France and Germany, would be necessary either to exterminate the population, which is physically very difficult task, or to assimilate the population about a hundred million people who are, as far as technical development, approximately at the level of Oceania. The problem is the same in all three superstate. Their structure is certainly necessary that people do not come into contact with foreigners, except to some extent prisoners of war and black slaves. Even the official ally always see the darkest suspicion. Except for prisoners of war average citizen of Oceania never seen Eastasia or Eurasia citizen and it is prohibited in foreign languages. If he had been authorized contacts with foreigners, they find that they are creatures similar to himself, and that most of what he talked about them, a lie. Sealed world in which he lives would be broken and the fear, hatred and a belief in their own right, one of which depends on its morality, it might evaporate. So they realized on all sides - to Persia, Egypt, Java, or Ceylon is so often the owner change, the main border shall never pass anything other than bombs. For all this lies the fact that you never mention, but it quietly into account and be guided by him: namely, that they are living in all three superstate very similar. In Oceania, the dominant philosophy called Angsoc, is known in Eurasia and Eastasia Neoboljševizem has a Chinese name, which is usually translated as worship of death, but you may prefer a term Suspension Self. A citizen of Oceania is not allowed to know anything about the principles of the other two philosophies, but you learn to line them as barbaric violence against morality and common sense. In fact, these three can hardly be distinguished philosophy, social systems that support them, not at all. Everywhere is the same pyramidal structure, the same worship polbožanskega head, the same economy that works for the military and warfare. It follows that three superstate, not only can not defeat each other, but it would not gain any advantage. In contrast, long as they remain in conflict, supporting each other as three bundles of maize. As usual, the ruling groups of all three forces simultaneously aware and unaware of what they are doing. Devote their lives conquered the world, but also know that the need to continue the war indefinitely and without a win. Meanwhile, due to the fact there is no danger to world conquest, to deny reality, which is a special move and his rivals Angsoca systems. Here it is necessary to repeat what we said earlier, that the war in that it has become a permanent change in the foundations of their character. In past periods of war was something that sooner or later it ended, usually with the undisputed victory or defeat. In the past, the war was also one of the main instruments by which they have human society remained in touch with physical reality. All leaders of all periods of his followers tried to impose a false view of the world, but you could not afford to be fueling the illusion that strove for a weakening of military effectiveness. As long as defeat meant the loss of independence or some other result, which is generally considered undesirable, the precautions should be effective against defeat. Physical facts is not possible to ignore. In philosophy, religion, ethics or politics, it was two and two may have five, but when someone planned a gun or an airplane, it should be four. Inefficient nations were defeated sooner or later and struggle for success is hosting an illusion. If you want to succeed, you should be able to teach in addition to the past, which meant to have a good picture of what happened in the past. Newspapers and history books were always painted and obviously biased, but falsification of the kinds in use today, it would be impossible. War is a reliable guardian of the common sense and in terms of the ruling class, it was probably the most important of all safeguards. When the war or lose the power to obtain, the ruling class can not be without any liability. However, when war becomes literally continuous, also ceases to be dangerous. When the war is permanent, no longer such thing as military necessity. Technical progress can cease and the most palpable facts can deny or play down. As we have seen, engaged research, which can be called scientific are still for war purposes, but are essentially a kind of day dreaming and therefore did not matter that they were unable to demonstrate results. Ability, even the military ability is no longer necessary. Nothing is capable of Oceania except the Thought Police. Since each of the three superstate insurmountable, had each a world unto itself in which it can be safely carried out in nearly every mental perversion. The reality, pressure on people just to the needs of daily life - you need to eat and drink, have shelter and clothing, ogniti the fact that swallow poison or stepping through the attic window, and the like. Between life and death, and between physical pleasure and pain is still a nuance, that is all. Cut off from contact with the outside world and Oceania is a national past like a man in interstellar space, which can not possibly know where the fire and where down there. The rulers of such countries are absolute, like the Pharaohs and Caesar could not be. They feel compelled to protect its subjects from death from starvation, and to keep the population in such numbers that is sufficiently large that it is annoying, and feel compelled to remain at the same low level of military technique as their rivals: but as soon as that minimum is reached, can be formed reality. Therefore, if judged by the criteria of previous military conflicts, it is only swindling. Similar is the fight between the offering specified ruminants, which horns are planted in such a corner that are not able to hurt each other. But although unrealistic, is not without significance. Siphons off the excess of consumer goods and help maintain the necessary mental atmosphere that a hierarchical society needs it. As we shall see, it is now purely an internal matter War. In the past, the ruling classes of all countries, although they may be aware of common interest and therefore limit uničevalnost war, I fought against each other and the winner is always premaganca predators. In our modern world, however, do not fight against each other. Each dominant group fighting wars against its own subsidiary, and the objective of war is not to conquer territory or to prevent this, but maintain the structure. The very word 'war' has therefore become inappropriate. It might be more appropriate to say that the war has become a permanent stop. Special pressure it has undertaken during neolitikom people and the early twentieth century has disappeared and replaced by something completely different. The effect would be broadly the same, it would be three superstate rather than fighting against each other, agreed to live in eternal peace, every one of its own untouchable limits. Because in this case, each is still self-contained world that is always resolved to the impact of foreign threats, for which its people might overlook. Peace, which was really an eternal, it was the same as the eternal war. This - although the vast majority of party members only superficially understood - the inner sense of party slogans: War is Peace! Winston stopped reading for a moment. Somewhere in the vast distance the rocket bomb thundered. Blissful feeling that only the forbidden book, in a room without the screen, not decreased. Solitude and safety were physical sense, somehow mixed with the fatigue of his body, soft chairs, a weak effect pihljanja from the window, which was played at his face. The book is fascinated by, or rather, it is calm. In a sense it did not tell him anything new, but this was part of the attraction. She told me what he would say when it would be confusing to regulate thought. She was a product of the spirit, like his, but infinite stronger, more systematic, less scared. The best books, he noticed, are those who tell you what you already know. When he returned back to the first chapter, Julia has already heard a step on the stairs and rose from his chair, that would have taken. Brown threw his tool bag on the floor and threw him in a hug. For more than a week was seen as both. "I have a book," he said, when they divorced. "Oh, you got it?" "Well," she said without much interest, and almost immediately knelt down next to the oil furnace to prepare the coffee. On this subject they returned only after they were already half an hour in bed. The evening was cool enough to pull it was worth our pregrinjalo. From the stairs, the sound of singing came home and podrsavanja shoes on stone slabs. Muscular woman with red hands, which saw Winston on his first visit during the fall near the courtyard accessories. It seemed that there is no daily hours, but for Korać back and forth between škafom and rope, and you turn or filler mouth with pincers or dwell on prešerno song. In July it was installed on one side and seemed to be asleep at any moment. He reached for the book, which was lying on the floor, and sat on the bed zglavju. "We have to read it," he said. "You." "All members of the Guild must read." "You read it," he said with his eyes closed. "Read out loud." "This will be the best." "Then we can expand on it by the way." Hourly indicators pointing to six, that is eighteen. They had three or four hours before him. You leaned against the book on his knees and began to read: I. section Ignorance is Strength Throughout recorded time, and perhaps the end of the Neolithic period, were the world's three kinds of people, high, medium and low. Were divided in many ways, They wore a myriad of different names and their relative numbers, such as interpersonal relations, they rotate from period to period, but the essential structure of society has never altered. Even after enormous upheavals and seemingly irrevocable changes, the same pattern repeatedly validated as a stabilizer is always repaid in the balance, no matter how far it is pushed into this or that side. "In July, you awake?" said Winston. "Yeah, baby, listen." "Continue." "Wonderful." She read on: The objectives of these three groups are quite nespravljivi. High objective is to stay there, where they are. The aim is to replace the city middle to high. The aim low, when you do have - because the low is constantly characterized by too worn from hard work, that would be more than intermittently conscious of anything past their everyday lives - to eliminate all differences and create a society where all people identical. Thus, throughout the history of the fight, which is always the same key strokes, repeated again and again. Long periods, it appears that high safely in power, but sooner or later there always comes the moment when they lose faith in themselves, either, or the ability to be able to dominate, or both. Then Central and have low throw to his side under the pretext of fighting for freedom and justice. But as soon as they reach their goal of Middle, Low pushed back to their old hlapčevsko city and themselves become the High. As soon as the new Middle group splits from one of the other groups, or both, and the fight begins again. Of the three groups are not only low, either temporarily managed to have achieved their goal. Would be excessive to say that throughout history has been no progress on that material level. Even today, in an era of decline, the average man is better than it was centuries ago. But with any increase in wealth, with no improvement of manners, with no reform or revolution is not never even humanity for millimeter closer to equality. For the Low, no social change would lead to much more than that I have changed the names of the lord. Until the late nineteenth century, many observers has become obvious that this scene repeats the same mold. Then they grew the school of thinkers who interpreted history as a cyclical process and try to show that inequality immutable law of human life. This doctrine is of course always had its devotees, but how they show it now, has been a meaningful change. In the past, especially high need teaching, who has advocated a hierarchical form of society. Preached by kings and aristocrats, priests and lawyers and the like, which have their priskledniki, and are usually offset by promises of compensation for this in a notional world beyond the grave. As long as the central battle for power, have always used terms such as freedom, justice, fraternity. Now, the idea of the brotherhood of all people started attacking people who were not yet in power, but are just hoping that it will shortly be so. In the past, the central work of revolution under the flag of equality, and then introduced a new tyranny as soon as they have overthrown the old. New Medium group actually have a pre-announced its tyranny. Socialism, a theory that has emerged in the early nineteenth century and was the last link in the chain of thought which goes back to the slave revolts in antiquity, was still deeply under the influence of utopizma previous periods. But in each variant of Socialism that appeared from about 1900 onwards, the idea that ruled all over the liberty and equality, more and more openly abandon. New developments that have occurred in the middle of this century, Angsoc in Oceania, Eurasia Neoboljševizem in, worship of death, as is usually called, in Eastasia, they have consciously set itself the target immortalise nesvobodo and inequality. These new developments are, of course, grew out of old and are aiming for this to keep their old names and flirt with their ideologies. But the purpose of all these developments has been to stop progress and freeze history in a selected time. Famous swing of the pendulum had to perform again and then stop. As usual, the High Middle It rejected, which would then become the High: but this time should be high, with a conscious strategy able to maintain their position permanently. New social doctrines arose partly because of the accumulated historical knowledge and the increased sense of history that they had barely nineteenth century. Cyclically movement of history was now possible to understand or at least they thought that was so, and if you understand, then they are also able to influence this movement so that they have changed. But the primary, root cause was that since the beginning of the twentieth century, human equality has become technically possible. Yet it was true that people were not equal in natural talent, and that the company had specialist functions in a manner which is to favor certain individuals over others, but there was no real need for class differences or larger differences in wealth. In previous periods the differences were not only inevitable but desirable. Inequality was the price that you pay for civilization. With the development of machine production, however, the case is changed. Even if there were a need that people have different kinds of work, there was no need to live in different social or economic level. Therefore, the new groups that would have gained power, human equality was no longer an ideal, to which must be fought, but the danger to be averted. In more primitive times, when he was a just and peaceful society is unrealistic, it has also been able to believe it. The idea of an earthly paradise in which people can live the fraternal, without law and without the hard work is haunted human imagination for thousands of years. And this vision has had some impact even on those groups which have in fact benefited by each historical change. Heirs of French, English and American revolutions are partly believed in their own phrases about human rights, freedom of speech, equality before the law and the like, and even leaving it to some extent, affect their behavior. But by the fourth decade of the twentieth century have become all the main currents of political thought avtokratični. Earthly paradise reputation was at exactly that moment when it became plausible. Every new political theory, whatever its title, which she had put on, led back to hierarchy and systematisation. And given the fact that in 1930 about becoming predominant harder look at life, the procedures that have been long abandoned, in some cases hundreds of years - without closing process, the use of war prisoners for slaves, public eksekucije, torture to suspects elicits recognition, use of hostages and the deportation of the whole population - not only re-introduced, but were tolerated and even defended by people who considered themselves enlightened and progressive. Only after the decade of national wars, civil wars, revolutions and counter-revolution in all parts of the world, the Angsoc and its rivals emerged as fully 150 made political theory. But they have already predicted the various systems, generally known as a totalitarian, which occurred early in the century, and the main contours of the world, which will be raised from the prevailing confusion, has long been apparent. It was also clear what kind of people that the world will prevail. The new aristocracy was made up mostly of bureaucrats, scientists, technicians, trade-union organizers, publicity experts, sociologists, professors, journalists and professional politicians. These people belong to middle class with a monthly salary and the top layer of the working class is created and let the world gathered monopoly industry and centralized government. Compared with the corresponding grades in the previous periods have been less greedy, less inclined to luxury, more power hungry, clean and especially have become more aware of what they do, and are more yearned to destroy the opposition. The latter was the main difference. Compared with today's tyranny was the tyranny of the past, all superficial and ineffective. The ruling classes have always been infected with some ideas and willing to liberalize in many ways to release them, watching only the obvious acts and did not believe in what their subjects think. Even the Catholic church of the Middle Ages it was by today's criteria tolerant. A partial reason for this is that in the past no government had no power to keep its citizens under constant surveillance. The invention of printing, however, facilitate the handling of public opinion as well as film and radio, these are continued. With the development of television and the technical advances that enable you to receive the same sound and broadcast simultaneously, the private life ended. Every citizen, or at least everyone who was important enough to be worthy of observation may be twenty-four hours a day, monitored by the police, the noise in the middle of the official propaganda, while his path was closed to all other sources of intercourse. Now for the first time possible to compel the State to not only complete obedience, but also to the complete unity of views on all matters. A revolutionary period of the fifties and sixties, the company, as always translated into high, medium and low. But the new High group, unlike all his predecessors, did not work instinctively, but he knew what was necessary to insure that position. Long before this they realized that the only secure basis for oligarchy collectivism. The property and privileges of the easiest to defend when they are jointly owned. The so-called 'abolition of private property ", which was carried out in the middle of this century, was an actual concentration of property in far smaller numbers than before deadline, but with the difference that the new owners were a group of individuals rather than crowds. Individual Party member is not no nothing except a few personal items. A lot has collectively owned by all of Oceania, as supervising all the work and products, as it seems. In the years that followed the revolution, it was possible to enter the command position with almost no opposition, because they present the whole procedure as it is for collectivization. They always assume that if the capitalist class will be expropriated, enter socialism and capitalists are undoubtedly been expropriated. Factories, mines, land, buildings, transportation - all have been withdrawn, and since these things were no longer private property, it was clear that there must be public property. Angsoc, which grew out of prior socialist movement and inherited its phraseology, has realized a major item of the socialist program, with the result that they have anticipated and planned to result in economic inequality has become a fact of continuing. But the question of how to maintain indefinitely a hierarchical society, goes deeper on this. Only four ways you can lose power by the ruling group. Is defeated from the outside, or the government to succeed, that it provokes the crowd to rebellion, or allow to obtain a strong and discontented middle layer, or loss of confidence and will to power. These causes do not act individually and as a rule are to some extent by all four present. Ruling class, which could protect against all, to remain in power forever. Finally, a decisive influence on the events of a spiritual structure of the ruling class itself. In the second half of the current century is really the first danger had passed. Any of the three forces can now divide the world, is indeed invincible and would have only been able to overcome the slow demographic changes which a government with unlimited authority away easily. Other risk is only theoretical. The crowd never stand up by themselves and never resist not only because they are oppressed. In fact, so long as they do not allow to have criteria for comparison, neither aware that the oppressed. Repeated crises in recent times have been completely unnecessary and is now not allowed to occur to them, but can occur in the second and equally significant homatije, and this is also happening without having political implications, because there is no way they could it can be expressed dissatisfaction. As far as hiperprodukcijo, which represented a problem in our society from further development of hardware technology, it is resolved contrivance continuous warfare (see Chapter 3), which could be useful dvigaš public morality to what is required. In the light of our present rulers, therefore, the only real danger which threatened secession of the new group capable of, understaffed, power hungry people and the growth of liberalism and skepticism within their own ranks. That is to say that there is an educational issue. It is therefore necessary to continuously create awareness of steerable and executive group on social ladder immediately below it. The consciousness of the masses not otherwise be affected negatively. According to these data, shedding light on its base, a man of decision, if you do not know what the overall structure of Oceania. At the top of the pyramid is Big Brother. Big Brother is infallible and omnipotent. For every success, every achievement, every victory, every scientific discovery, all knowledge, all wisdom, good luck and all the virtues is that they result directly from his leadership and inspiration. No one has ever seen Big Brother. He is the face on the poster boards, the voice on the telescreen. We have every reason to believe that it will never die and is already quite uncertain when he was born. Big brother is a character that you choose a game to represent the world. Its function is to act as a focal point for love, fear and reverence, emotions which are more easily felt towards an individual than to the organization. Under the Big Brother lot is narrower that its membership is limited to six million, and a few less than two percent of the population of Oceania. For the narrow confines of the broader party game comes to you, if a game can be described as brain Core Member, you can compare the truth with my hands. Below these are the silent crowd, usually defined as a "paradise", which may be considered as eighty percent of the population. In terms of our previous classifications are Low paradise, for equatorial regions of slave population, which constantly pass from winner to winner, not a permanent or necessary part of this building. In principle, membership in one of these three groups is not hereditary. Inner Party parents who do not fall within the narrow confines of the game. In the first or second group of the Party adopted after the test at the age of sixteen years. Thus, there is no racial discrimination, as well as any landscape markedly predominates over the other. Jews, blacks, Native Južnoameričane pure blood is found in the highest type of lot and any area managers always choose between the people of that area. In no part of Oceania residents do not feel that they dominated from the distant capital. Oceania has no capital, and its supreme head of the man, whose whereabouts nobody knows. Except that English is the main lingua franca and official language of Newspeak, there is no centralized. Sun socialize its leaders blood ties, but belonging to a common social doctrine. It is true that our society is made up of layers, the very rigid layer, which at first glance zde heritable. Much less is the possibility that preideš from one group to another, as it was under capitalism or even in pre-industrial periods. While some members of the moves from one layer to another, but only insofar as is necessary to sissy excluded from the Inner Party and ambitious members of the general batch render harmless both to enable them to ascend to a higher position. Raji is not practically be allowed to ascend in the game. The most talented among them who might have become a focus of discontent, the Thought Police easily remember and eliminates them. However, it is imperative that this situation would be eternal, as well as principled reasons why it has not been created. A lot is not class in the old sense of the word. Its objective is to transfer power to their own children, because children are just members of the Party, and it would not be another way to keep people at the top najzmožnejše would be perfectly willing to engage a whole new generation of species prefer. In the critical days is the fact that Lot was not a hereditary body much zaleglo when it was necessary to cripple the opposition. The older form of socialism, which was used to fight in the face of what has been termed the "class privilege" he felt that something that is not hereditary can not be sustained. Not knowing that it is not necessary to continue physical oligarchy, and did not thought of the fact that hereditary aristocracy were always short, while the adoptive organizations such as the Catholic church, and sometimes lasted for hundreds and thousands of years. The essence of governance is oligarhičnega in succession from father to son, but the insistence of some world nazoru and lifestyle given that intrusion by living dead. The ruling group has been in power for as long as you can appoint their successors. The lots are not interested to continue her blood, but herself. Who is in the hands of government, no matter where it is only guaranteed to keep the hierarchical structure remains the same. All beliefs, habits, tastes, emotions, thinking that characterize our time are really designed to maintain the mystique of the Party and prevent anyone to discover the nature of our society. Physical resistance or any resistance prior to the movement today is not possible. From prefer not to be afraid of anything. Left to themselves will be handed down from generation to generation, from one century to continue to work, to reproduce and die, not only without any inclination Mon rebellion, but unable to comprehend that the world would be different, as it is. It would be dangerous only if the progress of industrial technique to render them to be more educated, but since there is no more important to compete in military and economic matters, the amount of general education is indeed declining. What opinion is the opinion of paradise or what not, is irrelevant. You can let them intellectual freedom, they lack the intellect. Conversely, it can not be allowed partijcem the slightest deviation of thought, even the most insignificant things. Party member lives from birth to death in front of the Thought Police. Even when he himself can not be sure that alone. Wherever it is, to work or rest, bath, or bed, anywhere you control without notice and without his knowledge, it is observed. Nothing that he does not insignificant. His friendship, entertainment, attitudes to women and children, the expression on his face when he himself, words that are muttered in his sleep, even the characteristic movements of his body jealously explore. Not only the actual offense, but any eccentricity, that is so small, any change in habits, neurotic behavior that might be a sign of internal struggle, are certainly observed dolphin. For any thing can not be free to choose. On the other hand, his actions are not controlled by any law or a clearly formulated policy on behavior. In Oceania there is no law. Thoughts and actions, which means certain death if they detected were not formally prohibited and the endless purges happened, arrests, torture, closure and evaporative people do not impose a penalty for the crimes that were truly committed, but only kill people who would once in can not commit future crimes. From a member of the Party require not only that the law of belief, but his instincts to be correct. Many beliefs, and attitudes required of him, was never clearly stated and can not be stated without contradiction uncovered, hidden in Angsocu. If man is by nature pravoveren (in Newspeak dobromislec) will in all circumstances know, without thinking about what is right belief and what emotion is desirable. In any case, with full spiritual education, relying on word of Newspeak kriminalstop, White, and dvomišljenje, reach an early age that no one willing and able to think too deeply about any thing. From partijca expect that no private emotions and never ceases to enthuse. To live in constant frenzy of hatred against foreign enemies and internal traitors, happy to win and humiliate the power and wisdom of the Party. Dissatisfaction arising from its poor and empty of life, carefully directed outwards, so as to make use of such swindling and Two Minutes Hate, thinking that it could create a skeptical and rebellious thoughts, and pre-choke his early acquired inner discipline. The first and simplest stage in the discipline, which may already vcepiš children in kriminalstop called Newspeak. Kriminalstop means the ability to quickly, as instinctively stop at the threshold of any dangerous thought. It hangs out the option of not perceiving analogies do not know how to observe the logical errors do not understand the simplest arguments if they are hostile to the Party, that such a nasty and reverberating every line of thought which they may be driven in a heretical direction. Kriminalstop briefly means protective stupidity. But stupidity is not enough. In contrast, complete orthodoxy requires both the full supervision of their own spiritual events, as it must have a juggler over the body. Oceania last stand firm on the belief that Big Brother is omnipotent and infallible lot. However, since in reality Big Brother is not omnipotent and infallible lot, the fact is constantly fresh and very flexibly managed. Here the keyword black and white. Like so many Newspeak words, this has two meanings that contradict each other. If it relates to the enemy, a simple nesramežljivo argue that the black and white, as opposed to simple facts. If it refers to partijca, a loyal willingness to say that black and white, if required batch discipline. It implies the ability to believe that black and white, even more, to know that black and white, and forget that you ever believed the contrary. This requires constantly changing the past, allowing a mental system that really covers everything else, which is known in Newspeak as dvomišljenje. Changing the past is necessary for two reasons, one of which is marginal and will take account of, say, even as a precaution. Access the reason why they are doing, is that the Party member, like paradise, transferring part of today's situation because no criteria for comparison. Should be severed from the past, exactly as should be cut off from foreign countries, as must believe that he is better than its predecessor and that the average level of comfort is constantly rising pecuniary. But far more important reason why reorganize the past, the need to safeguard the infallibility of the Party. For change of opinion or even the recognition of policy failure. If, for example, Eurasia or Eastasia (any already) our enemy today, then this country should always be the enemy. And if the facts say otherwise, they must be changed. So always write history. This tamper-proof routine performed by the Ministry of Truth, is both necessary for the strength of the regime, such as repression and espionage carried out by the Ministry of Love. The volatility in the past is a central tenet Angsoca. Past events, we argue, have no objective existence, but then only live in written documents and human memories. Past this, on which consensus documents and memories. And because the lot full control over all the documents as well as full control over the consciousness of its members, follows from the fact that the past is such that any lot he wants to do. Also follows that the past, although variable, was never in any particular case changed. Because it was preustvarjena in any form is currently required, this new version of the past and no other past could not ever exist. This is true even when, as often happens, when it comes to what occurred in a single year to nespoznavnosti amended several times. All the time a lot in the hands of an absolute truth and absolute, of course, there could be different from the present time. We shall see that the control depends primarily on the past especially schooled Remembrance. Ensure that all written documents match the current pravoverno think it is just a mechanical act. It is also necessary to remember that the events occurred so as desired. And if it is necessary to shake the memory or written documents šušmariti, then it should also be remembered that it was done. Such tricks can be learned like any other mental technique. Learn by most members of the Party, but certainly all are so intelligent as true believers. In Staroreku quite frankly this is called a "reality check". The new language is called dvomišljenje, but also includes dvomišljenje much more. Dvomišljenje the power at the same time have two beliefs and allow them both. Party intellectual knows in which direction you should change memory, it knows that begun with reality, but with practice in dvomišljenju is also soothing to the reality of power has occurred. The procedure must be conscious, because he would not be able to perform accurate enough, but should also be unconscious, otherwise he would have joined hinavstva and feeling of guilt with him. Dvomišljenje lies in the heart Angsoca, since the essential act of the Party to use conscious deception while retaining strength of purpose that affluent complete honesty. Speaking of intentional lie, but truly believe in them, to forget any fact that has become inappropriate, but then when it becomes necessary again, back from the missed call for exactly as long as necessary, to deny the existence of objective reality, but always take into account the reality by zanikuješ - all this is absolutely necessary. Even with the use of words dvomišljenje, dvomišljenje be implemented. Because the use of the word man admits to scheming with reality, with fresh act dvomišljenja man swept this knowledge, and so on indefinitely, with easy always one leap ahead of the truth. Finally, thanks to a lot dvomišljenja not - and is what we know, been able to do so, thousands of years - to stop the flow of history. All historical oligarchy might have lost either because they ossified or because they soften. Are they became stupid and arrogant, so that they failed to adapt to changing circumstances and threw them, or they became liberal and cowardly, and they worked the concession, which would have to use force, but threw them back. That is, he fell, because they are aware of something or because something is not aware of. The success of the Party lies in the fact that it has developed a conceptual system in which both conditions can coexist. And on any other intellectual power base, the Party would not be of continuing. If one government and you might be maintained, should be able to set aside the sense of reality. For the secret government is, you know how to combine faith in his own infallibility, capable of learning from past mistakes. Hardly necessary to say that most artists dvomišljenja tankoumni those dvomišljenje invented and who know that this is a comprehensive system of spiritual fraud. In our society are also those who know best what is happening, even those beyond the visible world in the way it stands. In general, most understand what they are, the more serious ones varaš: more intelligent, the less you mentally healthy. A clear illustration of the fact that war hysteria is growing more and more, when vzpenjaš up on the social scale. Those who are against the war resistance closest to the reasonable, the downtrodden people in the disputed territories. These people simply continued the war woe to storm back and forth over their bodies as tidal wave. Which side wins, they are no interested. They know that a simple change of government that will pursue the same work as before for new masters who will use them also acted as the former. Slightly more favored workers, called "paradise" is only intermittently aware of what is war. Where necessary, they can run in the frenzy of fear and hatred, but when left to themselves, are able to forget for long periods that furious war. The type of the Party and especially the Inner Party, the enthusiasm to find the right war. The conquest of the world believe most firmly by those who know that this is impossible. This particular integration of contradictions - the knowledge of ignorance, cynicism with fanaticism - is one of the main distinguishing signs of Oceania. The official ideology is full of contradictions, even where there is no practical reason for them. Such batch rejects and shame every principle for which it was originally competed socialist movement. Preaches contempt for the working class, which has been for the past century, some shocking, its members will be dressed in uniform, who was once the specialty of manual workers and for this reason it took. Systematically undermines the solidarity of the family, its leader is calling for the name, which acts directly on the feelings of family devotion. Even the names of four ministries, from which we govern, a bit rude to ask the wise rollover facts. Ministry of peace deals with the war, the Ministry of Truth with lies, Ministry of Love with torture and the Ministry of Plenty with starvation. These contradictions are not accidental, as well as the hypocrisy not to normal: these are deliberate exercises in dvomišljenju. If you should ever disappear for human equality - if it is high, as we called them, to always retain his place - then the prevailing mental state of controlled frenzy. However, the question is which by that time we felt close to. That is: why is it necessary to eliminate human equality? Assuming that we correctly describe the internal structure of the development of what is to cause such a massive and carefully conceived effort to freeze history in a given period? Here we are in the heart of the mystery. As we have seen, the supernatural power of the Party and especially the Inner Party dvomišljenja depend. But for this, deep behind the original slope, unquestionable instinct that first led to the takeover of power and later created dvomišljenje, discern the police, the constant warfare and all other appendages of the state. In fact it's this ... Winston became aware of silence, as you know it a new sound. It occurred to him that Juliet is already very quiet for some time. She was lying on the side, naked from the waist up, the cheek, naslonjenim hand, and dark where it fell over his eyes. Her breasts were rising and decreased slowly and correctly. "Juliet." There is no answer. "In July, you awake?" There is no answer. She slept. He closed the book, laid it carefully on the floor, lay down and pulled the blanket over both of them. Still, he thought, has made no final secrets. He understood how, but did not understand why. The first chapter, like the third, it is not really telling anything that would not already be aware, the only systematised knowledge they already had. But then, when he read, he knew better than before, that is insane. Being in the minority, even in such a minority, that one against all, yet does not mean that you mad. The world is truth and falsehood, and if the truth okleneš against all others, you're not crazy. Sunbelt yellow setting sun is shining obliquely through the window and fell across the pillow. He closed his eyes. The sun on your face and smooth dekletovo body, which was his dotikalo, as he raise any rugged, sleepy, confident feeling. He was safe, everything was right. Mrmrajoč "Insanity does not depend on statistics", is the feeling that this remark contains deep wisdom, he fell asleep. When he awoke, he celebrated the feeling that the long sleep, but a cursory look at the old-fashioned clock told him it was only twenty and thirty. He was lying and a little bit podremal: priplavalo then the usual deep-yard breaststroke singing: It seemed that the song slaboumna maintain its popularity. Still, it was everywhere heard. Hate the song survived. In July, the sound is awakened, the luxury stretched and stood up out of bed. "I'm hungry," she said. 'S do what is coffee. " "Damn!" "The oven is turned off and the water is cold." She lifted the oven and shake it. "There is oil in it." "I think it may be getting some from old Charrington." "It's funny that I'm sure that it is full." "She put I," she added. "It seems to me that it has become colder." Even Winston got up and dressed. Indefatigable voice sang on: When he sang the band on the suit, he went to the window. The sun had set the house is no longer shining on the garden. Stone slabs were wet, as if they were just washed and had the feeling that the sky is washed, so fresh and pale was the blue stacks. The woman has worked tirelessly paced back and forth, the flocks and again emptying his mouth and sang again, and while the shackles of silence more and more diapers. He wondered whether it deals with money, to earn his living, or is only a slave of twenty or thirty grandchildren. In July she went along with him and together they gazed down with a kind of admiration očaranostjo solid figure stairs. When watching a woman in her specific case, with thick arms that extend to the ropes, with a jutting buttocks mighty mare, by circumventing the first time, that's beautiful. Yet it never occurred to me that a woman half a century, inflated to monstrous dimensions of the labors, and foxes then posurovela from work until the last was not as despised roughened fiber tail, the beautiful. But it is so, and ultimately, he thought, why not? Solid, shapeless body, like a block of granite, red and roughened skin, it was in such a kinship with the girl's body as a pomegranate, rose. Why should the fruit of force for a little less worthy of the flower? "She is beautiful," he murmured. "At least a meter around his waist," said Julius. "This is her style of beauty," said Winston. Julia is willing to comply with a belt which is easily surrounded by hand. From hips to her knees was on his side. From their bodies will never get children. This was one of things that will never do. Only by word of mouth, from mind to mind, as you may be surrendering its secrets. A woman down there had no mind, she had only strong hands, warm heart and fertile belly. He was curious, how many children are born. Could easily be fifteen. Saw the flourishing of his short, maybe a year and the beauty of wild flowers and then had suddenly inflates a fertilized fruit and become hard, red, rough, that her life was now just washing, scrubbing, mending, cooking, sweeping, cleaning, cleaning, scrubbing, washing, first for children, then for grandchildren, good for thirty continuous years. After all this is still singing. Mystery respect, which he felt for her was somehow mixed with a look at the pale, brezoblačno sky is razprostiralo of chimneys in the infinite distance. Curiously, it was thought that the sky is all the same, in Eurasia or Eastasia as here. And the people under heaven have been very similar - anywhere in the world, hundreds of thousands or millions of people such as these, people who do not know each other by walls apart attitudes of hatred and lies, but almost exactly the same - people who have never learned to think, but accumulate in their hearts, stomach and muscle strength, which will reverse some of the world. If it is where hope is in raji. Not to read the book until the end, he knew what must be the last of Goldstein Message. The future belongs to raji. And do not be convinced that it will not when they come to Time, the world, which will be built on him, Winston Smith, is also wrong, as it is the world of the Party? Yes, because this will be at least the world of common sense. Where equality is possible savvy. Sooner or later this will happen: the power to change the consciousness. Raja is immortal, it you could not doubt, when you're watching this courageous figure in the courtyard. In the end their awakening will occur. And until that happens, though this will perhaps thousands of years, will remain alive in spite of all opposing circumstances, such as birds, and are tolerated by the body to the body life force and not a game that can not be killed. "Remember," he said, "a mash, which we sang that first day, on the edge of the forest?" "There we sing," said Julius. "Pel is to accommodate you." "Neither do." "You sang it." Birds sing, sing paradise, party does not sing. All around the world, in London and New York, Africa and Brazil, in secret, illicit soils across the border, the roads of Paris and Berlin, the Russian villages endless steppes, the bazaars of China and Japan - everywhere stood the same solid, intractable figure mutilated the work and labors, Garaj from birth to death and still singing. On those mighty loins shall come one day race of conscious beings. You're dead, but their future. However, you can take part in the future if ohranjaš spirit alive, as they body and predajaš on a secret doctrine that two and two and four. "We are dead," he said. "We are dead," she obediently echo Listed in July. "You guys are dead," said the iron voice behind them. Apart from each shot. Winston seemed to be frozen solid entries. It can be seen around the iris Julia white eyes. His face became a milky yellow. Red stain, which is still played on the cheeks, stand out sharply, almost as if they might not have been related to the skin underneath. "You guys are dead, 'repeated the iron voice. "The picture was," he breathed in July. "The picture was," said the voice. "Stay right where they are." "Don 't move until you nor COMMAND". It started, finally began! Could not do nothing but stand and stare each other in the eye. Fight for life, get out of the house before it's too late - nothing like they did not come to my attention. It was unthinkable that non-compliance with an iron voice of the wall. Snapped, as to turn the lock and zažvenketalo broken glass. Image is dropped to the ground and discovered the telescreen behind it. "Now we can see," said Juliet. "Now you can see," the voice said. "Come the middle of the room." "Stand with your back on your back." "Make your hands above your head." "Do not touch each other." They were not touching, but it seemed to him that Julia felt trembling body. Or was it just his trembling. It can be stopped chattering teeth, above the knee had no power. There was sound of boots below, inside and outside the house. It seemed that a yard full of people. Some had pulled Mon rocks. His wife's singing is as silent cut. Debt kotaleč noise, as if thrown across the yard bucket and then a mess of angry votes, which ended with a cry of pain. "The house is surrounded," said Winston. "The house is surrounded," the voice said. He heard that in July clenched her teeth. "I think it may nonetheless be goodbye," she said. "However, you can say goodbye," the voice said. Something is broken on the bed back to Winston. Top of the ladders were moved out of the window to hit the frame. Someone had climbed through the window. Wild running around in the boot up the stairs. The room was full of Trsat man in black uniforms, with iron-versed in the legs and boots with batons in their hands. Winston is no longer trembled. Even the eye is barely moving. One thing alone mattered was: stay in peace and do not give them excuse to hit you! A man with a smooth face of professional boxing, in which the gap was only his mouth, he stopped opposite him thoughtfully tehtajoč shenanigans between the thumb and forefinger. Winston met his eyes. A feeling of nudity, as concluded in his hands to the head, body and face, uninsured, was almost unbearable. Men showed the top language, oslinil place where his lips should be, and went on. Another crack. Someone with a benches rose paperweight by the fireplace and crush into pieces. A piece of coral, a tiny pink ball like sugar rose bud with a cake, rolled across the mat. How small, thought Winston, how small it always was. Someone was breathless and zatopotal for him and got a wild kick to the ankle, which was almost kicked out of balance. One of the men punched his fist into Julia plexus that has evolved as a folding meter. The fighter has developed a deep breath on the floor. Winston you did not dare even to millimeter turn heads, but sometimes it's mrtvaško pale, breath catching in his face come to mind. Even in its risk he seemed to feel pain in her own body, life the pain was less severe, however, as the effort to catch their breath. He knew how it is: a terrible, fatal pain is always there, but it still can not leave because there is a need to breathe. Next, the two men rose to their knees and shoulders as the bag away from the room. Winston fly uzrl her face, turned-down, yellow and twisted, with his eyes closed and still the stains red in the cheeks, and this was the Last, what he saw of her. He stood calmly mrtvaško. Nobody hit him yet. Thoughts which came of their own accord, but he seemed totally uninteresting, confusing him started on the head. He wondered whether Mr Charrington get. He wondered what they did with the woman's yard. He noticed that necessarily wants to urinate, and this is a gentle surprise with navdajalo, as this is done just before two or three hours. He noticed that the clock shows napušču nine, that is, twenty-one. But the light seemed too strong. Would not have light pojemati at twenty-one on Augustus night? He wondered whether Julia is not the ultimately mistaken at the time - slept twelve hours and believe that twenty of thirty, when in reality it was eight thirty the next morning. But these thoughts did not continue. It was not interesting. There was another, lighter step in the corridor. Mr Charrington came into the room. The behavior of black uniformed men suddenly became more gentle. Something is changing in Charringtonovi exterior. His gaze fell to pieces of glass paperweights. "Get out of shards," he said sharply. One man was bent over obediently. Charrington was still wearing his old velvet jacket, a hair that was almost white, became black. Also, never wore glasses. Winston is the gradient of a single sharp glance, as if he wanted to determine whether it is him, and he then no longer pay attention. Moreover, he had to be identified, but it was no longer the same man. His body has been done and it seemed to get bigger. Her face is little changed, but it acted as a complete makeover. Black eyebrows were less thick, wrinkles have disappeared, the facial features were altered to see and even the nose seemed shorter. He is alert, cold face of a man of thirty-five. Winston came to mind, for the first time in his life sciences member of the Thought Police watching. He did not know where he is. He was probably in the Ministry of Love, a way that could not be convinced of this. He was in a cell with high ceilings and no windows, with walls of glittering white porcelain. Hidden lights are overwhelmed by the cold light and hear the hum was low, which is thought to have something to do with the air supply. The bench or shelf, just wide enough to sit around the walls ran with a space only at the door and the door opposite the toilet without a seat boards. On the four walls of the screen, one each. The abdomen is dull hurt him. The pain was there all the time when he was stuffed into a closed truck and taken away. He was also hungry, and hunger was glodajoče, unhealthy nature. Perhaps the twenty-four hours ago, what he ate, maybe thirty-six. I still did not know, maybe never will know whether it was morning or evening when he was arrested. Since he was arrested, did not get food. As far as can be sitting quietly on a narrow bench, hands folded on his knee. Already he has learned to sit still. If you make an unexpected move, you cried out from the screen. But the desire for food is increasing in it. In particular long for a piece of bread. He seemed to have a few breadcrumbs in the pocket overall. Maybe even - that he thought because he is now but now something požgečkalo legs - that there is a substantial piece of bark. Finally, it is tempting to do so, to overcome fear and put his hand in his pocket. "Smith!" Cried a voice from the screen. "6079 Smith W!" "Hands in pockets in the cell!" Again, sat quietly, hands folded on his knee. Before bringing him here, he traveled to some other place that had to be a normal prison or a temporary prison used by the patrols. He did not know how long it was there, certainly a few hours without daylight hours and it was difficult to judge the time. That was noisy, smelly room. They have planted in the cell, which was similar to that in which he was now a dirty, nasty and always loaded with ten or fifteen people. The majority were ordinary criminals, but among them were political prisoners a few. He sat quietly against the wall, stuffed the body dirty, too busy with fear and pain in the abdomen that would be very interested in their surroundings, but it has seen a striking difference between the behavior of party and other prisoners. Party prisoners were always silent and terrified, common criminals were seen as having no one cares. Sat Psovali guards fought the wild, where they confiscated the property, wrote obscene words on the floor, ate food vtihotapljeno which dragged from her hiding in a suit and even shouted at the telescreen when it tried to establish order. On the other hand, some of them look good relations with the guards, called by the nicknames and repeating the observation pridobrikati Lino cigarettes through her door. Even guards acted with ordinary prisoners somewhere forgiving, even when they have hard to grasp. There has been much talk about the forced labor camps, where prisoners, most expect that they will be sent. In the camps was "okay", he concluded, as you have good communication and find yourself. There were lots of corruption, favoritism, all kinds of smuggling, prostitution and homosexuality, and even illicit alcohol distilled from potatoes. Secret places are allocated only ordinary criminals, especially the gangsters and murderers, who constituted a kind of aristocracy. All the dirty political work was carried out. They are constantly coming and going all kinds of prisoners: drug traffickers, thieves, bastards, črnoborzijanci, drunks, prostitutes. Some drunks were so wild that they were only united tame prisoners. An enormous ruin of a woman, about sixty years old, with huge hanging breasts and thick strands of white hair, who let her in the fighting, the brcajočo tulečo brought inside and four guards, who keep it all on one side. Evaded the boot, which they tried to kick it back in my lap and Winston almost broke his femur. A woman rushed up and escort them out with a call "K-bastards!" When she noticed that sitting on something uneven, the Winston knee slipping on the bench. "Sorry, honey," she said. "I would not sit on you, but those planted buzaranti me there." "Do not know how to deal with the lady, huh?" Paused, to pat his chest and rignila. "Sorry," she said, "I am close to you." She leaned forward and extensively puke on the floor. "That's better," she said with closed eyes leaning back. "Never hold back, tell me." "Get up, it is still fresh in the stomach." Was revived, turned to you again Winston mirror, and it appeared that it immediately to love. She put his arm around his huge shoulders and shook him to himself, he sopeč beer and vomiting in the face. "What's your name, sweetie?" she asked. "Smith," said Winston. "Smith?" the woman said. "That's funny." "I am writing to Smith." "Yes," she added sentimental, 'you could be my mother! " It could be, thought Winston, and his mother. She was about the same age and stature, and probably some people change after twenty years in a forced labor camp. No one else had spoken to him. Ordinary criminals ignored the Party are surprisingly prisoners. "Politicians" are appointed by the kind of disparaging contempt. It seemed that the party is afraid to talk to prisoners and, above all other talk among themselves. Once only, when two members of the Party, women who have tiscali close to each other on the bench, caught between the noise quickly cast a few words zašepetanih, and specifically mention something called "room one by one nobody", which is not understood. They may have gone two or three hours since I brought him. Dull abdominal pain has not gone away, but it was sometimes better, sometimes worse, and in accordance with this, he thought spread and shrink. When he became worse, he thought only the pain itself and the desire for food. When he was better, he grabbed the alarm. There were moments when things happen to him, assumed so vividly, that his heart thumping fast and letting your breath. He felt the shock batons Mon elbows and iron-versed with the boot on the flute, saw it, how to expand on the ground and screaming for mercy through broken teeth. Hardly thought of Julia. He could not focus my thoughts on it. He loved it and will not be published, but that was only the fact that he knew it by heart as the arithmetic rules. Felt no love for it and even what is happening to her, it is hardly interested. In O'Brien, the thought often of migljajočim hope. O'Brien must know that he was arrested. Guild, was told, never seeks to save its members. But it was still razor, razor will be sent if they could. It may be five seconds passed before guards could run into the cell. The blade will zagrizlo hladnostjo with a kind of burning and even the soil that it will hold, will be trimmed to the bone. Everything is back to his sick body, which was trembling winced at the pain. He was not sure that he will use a razor, even if he gets the chance. More natural is live from moment to moment, receiving the next ten minutes of life, even with the certainty that at the end of the torture. Sometimes he tried calculated by the number of porcelain tiles on the walls of cells. This should be easy, but still it was lost in counting on this or that point. More often he wondered where he is and what time of day it is. At one point he was convinced that the full daylight outside, and secondly, equally convinced that the black theme. At this spot, instinctively know will never turned out the lights. It was a place without theme: Now he understood why it seemed as if the allusion O'Brien met. The Ministry of Love there was no window. His cell is able to be in the middle of a building or at the outer edge, it could be ten floors below ground, or thirty above. In my mind it was moved from place to place and try to feel determined by body or sitting high in the air or is buried deep underground. From outside came the sound of marching boots voice. Steel doors have been opened to fly. A young officer, placed in a fitting black uniform, which seemed to be over and across the world in polished leather, and whose pale face was serious moves like wax mask, stepped over the threshold strumno. Nodded to the guards outside to bring the prisoner, who drove him. The poet Ampleforth priklamal in the cell. The door was closed again to fly. Ampleforth made one or two faltering steps from one side to another, as the fog seemed to him that there must be somewhere in the escape, and then began to walk here and there for a cell. Not yet noticed Winston. His worried eyes staring at the wall how Winston meter above his head. He was without shoes, big, dirty fingers are sticking out of the holes in my socks. Also did not shave for several days. Unshaven beard covered his face to the cheek and gave him the appearance of roughness, which is a strange match with his large weak bones and nervous gestures. Winston woke up from a little numbness. To speak with Ampleforthom and take the chance I shout it from the screen. It was even conceivable that Ampleforth delivers razor. 'Ampleforth,' he said. The litter of the screen is not yelling. Ampleforth has stalled, pleasantly surprised. His eyes slowly in Winston resisted. "Why are you here?" "To tell the truth -" I hate sitting on the bench opposite Winston. "Only one offense is not it?" he said. "And did you wrong?" "Obviously I am." He put his hand on you and you head for a moment, pulled the shade, as if trying to remember something. "These things happen," he began vaguely. "He could, I think a single instance - a possible case." "It was reckless, without a doubt." "We finally get ready songs Kiplingovih issue." "I concede that the species remained at the end of the word" God "." "I could not help it!" Added almost indignantly, and raised her face to look at Winston. "It was impossible to change the type." "Rome was the" log "." "Do you know that only twelve rhymes to" log "in any language?" "All day I naprezal brain." "There was no other rhyme!" The expression on his face has changed. Excitement is gone with him for a moment and looked even happy. A kind of intellectual fever, joy pikolovca, who found an insignificant fact, it shone through the dirty and razmršeno beard. "Did it ever occurred to me," he said, "how the entire history of English poetry, characterized by the fact that English lacks Rome?" No, not just this one thought Winston never fell from memory. But he also, in those circumstances did not seem especially interesting or important matter. "Do you know what time of day is it?" he said. Ampleforth looked startled again. "On this I just thought." "They arrested me - maybe it was two days ago - maybe three days ago." His eyes scanned the walls, as if half expecting to find a window somewhere. "There is no difference between night and day is not here." "I do not know how presodiš period." Superficial talked a few minutes, then call them from the screen without any apparent rise bade will keep quiet. Winston sat quietly, with folded hands. Ampleforth, too large to be comfortable sitting on the bench too narrow, the restless presedal from one page to another, sklepajoč sagging arms around one first, then around the second degree. The telescreen barked him to be alone. Time passed. Twenty minutes, an hour - it was difficult to assess. Once again it was the sound of boots outside to hear. Winston cut entries. Soon, very soon, perhaps within five minutes, perhaps now, the sound of boots would mean that he came to the series. The door opened. Cold facial young officer stepped into the cell. By passing hand gesture demonstrated the Amplefortha. "Room 101," he said. Ampleforth has embarrassed the guards walked out with a little excited, but incomprehensible face. It was felt that considerable time has elapsed. Winston abdominal pain is being created. His thoughts were around the sink and around the same track as the ball, which again and again falls into the same kind of holes. He had only six thoughts. Abdominal pain, a piece of bread, blood and screaming, O'Brien, Juliet; razor. Re cramp in the guts, heavy boots were nearing. When the door opened, the air wave brought a strong smell of cold sweat. The cell came to Parsons. He wore shorts from kakija and sports shirt. This time Winston was so amazed that he forgot himself. "You here!" He said. Winston Parsons bending view in which there was no interest no surprise, but only bitterness. He began to walk spasmodically up and down, apparently unable to remain at peace. Every time the knee straightened under water, it was clear to tremble. His eyes had a tablecloth, staring look, as if ready or not, have something to stare into middle distance. "Why are you here?" said Winston. "Thought crime!" Parsons said, almost sobbing. The sound of his voice immediately issue a full recognition of guilt and a sort Faithless horror that such a word can refer to it. He became the Winston and began to refer to him: "I do not believe that I would be shot, what, man?" "Do not shoot you if you are not actually guilty of anything - just think of what you do not have power?" "I know that they really heard." "Oh, I trust them to me." "My reputation will know, right?" "You know, what kind of boy I was." "Definitely not a bad guy." "Do not brihten, of course, a burning." "I tried to do all of the game, what I am?" "He took her to five years I do not think so?" "Or even ten?" "A boy like me can be considerable benefits in the work camps." "I would not kill me, because I once went to the track installment?" "Are you guilty?" Winston asked. "Of course I'm guilty," cried Parsons with a view of the telescreen uslužnim. "You do not think that the lot has closed an innocent man, huh?" The frog's face became calmer and even got slightly svetohlinski expression. "Thought crime is a terrible thing, man," he said bombastically. "Zavraten is." "Grab that may not know that myself." "You know, where is grabbed me?" "In his sleep." "Yeah, it's a fact." "I was, I worked, tried to do their share - I never even knew that I had some bad thing in my head." "And then I started to talk in my sleep." "You know what they heard me speak?" Reduce the voice, like someone who needs medical reasons say the quantum. "Down with Big Brother!" "Yeah, I said!" "It seems that I have spoken again and again." "Between you and me, man, I'm glad that I got before I go even further." "You know what I told them when I went before a judge?" "" Thank you "they'll say," thank you for saving me before it was too late. " "Who announced?" said Winston. "My daughter," he said in a sad kind of pride Parsons. "She listened to the lock." "I heard what I said and the next day rushed to the patrol." "Much of seven smrkljo brihtno, right?" "Nothing I do not blame her." "Actually, I was proud of her." "This definitely shows that I brought up in the right spirit." He made a few cramped up and down movements, and often longingly looked round the toilet. Then he suddenly dropped off shorts. "Sorry, dude," he said. "I can not help." "This is waiting." Flopped the buttocks on a thick shell. Winston has covered his face with his hands. "Smith!" Cried a voice from the screen. "6079 Smith W!" "Discover your face!" "The cell does not hide the face!" Winston has found his face. Parsons used the lavatory loudly and abundantly. After it appeared that the muds and defective cell is still an hour after smelt disgusting. Parsons were removed. More prisoners is still there and went mysteriously. One woman is sent to Room 101 and Winston noticed that it seemed as if it had fallen and had a different color, when she heard those words. The time has come to the afternoon, when it closed in the morning or when it closed in the afternoon, midnight. Six prisoners were in the cell, men and women. All sat very still. Winston was sitting opposite a man with no face, chin and large teeth, as exactly such a large, harmless rodent. His fat cheeks marogasta stairs were so full that you have to believe that there is a small food store tucked. His eyes bledosive švigale with fear from the face to face and quickly turned away if someone is crossed eyes. The door opened and they brought another prisoner, whose appearance was such that Winston flew hipen srh. He was a man of average daily exterior, which could be some sort of engineer or technician. What was striking was izmozganost his face. It was like a skeleton face. Were due to dryness mouth and eyes appear disproportionately large and the eyes may have been filled with murderous hatred and nespravljivim someone or something. The man was sitting on a bench not far from Winston. Winston can not look back, a tortured, skull-like face was so alive in his spirit, than would have been shortly before his eyes. Suddenly he realized what was going on. Men dying from starvation. It seemed that the same occurred to me while all others in the cell. Around and around the benches were lightly move. A man without a chin eyes are initially puzzled the man with the face of the skull, then switched to blame, but it is an insurmountable attraction drew back again. He immediately started nervously presedati headquarters. Finally he stood up, embarrassed odkrevsal across the cell, reached into his overalls pocket and offered a dirty face osramočenim bread man with the face of the skull. Furious, deafening roar came from the screen. A man without a beard was rushed into place. The man with the face of the skull is quickly threw hands behind his back, as they showed the whole world that has rejected the gift. 'Bumstead! "Roared a voice. "2713 Bumstead J!" "Put one slice of bread." A man without a beard he dropped the bread on the floor. "The existence, in which," the voice said. "Turn to the door." "Freeze!" A man without a beard is obeyed. His big, full cheeks twitched unbridled. The door to fly open. Once the young officer entered and stepped aside, he has appeared behind the small, stocky guard with enormous arms and shoulders. He set it against a man without a beard and then sign the officers, backed by the full weight of the body sent a terrible blow straight into the mouth of a man without a beard. It was felt that it was his strength almost to the ground. His body flew through the cell and land at the foot of the toilet. For a moment, lying as stunned, while it is dark curela blood from the mouth and nose. Very light or squealing yearning, which seemed unconscious, came out of it. Then it passed and rose to the uncertain hands and knees. Among the stream of blood and saliva as he fell from his mouth half dentures. Prisoners sat very still, hands folded on her knees. A man without a beard has climbed back to his room. On the one hand, his face was dark meat. His mouth was swollen into a shapeless mass of cherry red color with black hole in the middle. Now, now, overalls kanilo chest a little blood. His brown eyes are still puzzled face to face since, with more guilt than before, as if trying to discover how many others despise him because of his mercy. The door opened. With a small gesture the officer indicated the man with the face of the skull. "Room 101," he said. When Winston was to feel the panting and restlessness. The man with folded arms at the elbows thrown. "Comrade!" "Officer!" He shouted. "I'm not there to drive!" "Are you all I have to say?" "What more do you want to know?" "There is nothing which would not admit anything!" "Just tell me what and I immediately recognized all." "I will write and sign - anything!" "No Room 101!" "Room 101," said the officer. Her husband's face, already very pale, has changed color, even if Winston would not have been believed possible. This was clearly and indisputably green hue. "Do anything with me!" Is tulil. "I starve for weeks." "End this and let me go." "Shoot me." "Hang me." "I am condemned to twenty years." "Is there anybody who want to betray you?" "Just tell me who he was and I'll tell you everything you want." "I do not care who he was and what he'll do." "I have a wife and three children." "The greatest of them was six years old." "You can take them all and they cut the throat in front of my eyes and I stood and watched." "Only 101 rooms, no!" "Room 101," said the officer. The man looked wildly by other inmates as it was thought that they can put another victim in his place. His eyes stopped at a man without a face zdruzganem chin. He reached his hand dry. "This is the one that you should take, not me!" He shouted. "You heard what he said then, when he was hit in the face." "Give me a chance, but I'll tell you every word." "He's the one who is against the Party, not me." Guard officials stepped forward. Her husband's voice rose in a cry. "You heard him!" He repeated. "Something was wrong with telekranom." "He is the one you want!" "Take him, not me!" Two stocky guards were bent to the clutching hand. A moment after he threw the cell floor and grabbed one of the iron legs that supported the bench. He dropped it in without the words howling like an animal. By the guards at the temptation to be ripped away, and clung to it with surprising strength. Maybe they pulled it about twenty seconds. The prisoner sat calmly, hands folded on her knees, staring straight ahead. Wrapping is terminated; husband had no more breath for anything other than the oklepanje. Then he dropped another scream. Stražnikovega kicking boot broke his finger at one time. Drew him on foot. "Room 101," said the officer. Husband drove, uncertain walked with his head bowed and broken arm pestoval; all bojevitost left it. A long time has elapsed. If it was midnight when the station discharged skeleton man with a face, it was now morning, the morning was complete. Winston was alone, and he was alone for several hours. The pain of sitting on the narrow bench was such that it often got up and walked around without being warned by the telescreen. A piece of bread still lay there, which was entered by a man without a beard. At the beginning of a major effort should be to not watch it, but now has withdrawn hunger thirst. His mouth was sticky and bad taste. Brneči white noise and constant light were causing some kind of sick, empty feeling in my head. Arose because the bone pain was more bearable, but then again almost immediately sat down because he was too giddy to be done, or will stay on your feet. Whenever it is mastered at least some physical sensations, the terror returned. Sometimes, the thought of declining hope O'Brien and razor. He could not believe that there may be a razor hidden in food, if it will ever keep. More dimly he thought of Julia. Somewhere out there is suffering, or elsewhere, may be worse off than he. Perhaps that moment of pain vanishes. He thought: "If you could solve this Julia that would double his own pain, would I do that?" "Yes, I would." But that was only rational decision that he made it because he knew that it must make. He felt it was not. On this site you could not feel anything except pain and certainty in advance that you will suffer pain. Else - whether it is possible that you want, when you really do suffer, to be increased for any reason? But this issue was still nerešljivo. Once again approaching boots. The door opened. O'Brien entered. Winston sprang to his feet. It shook him so that he dispelled all the caution. First time in many years he forgot the presence of a screen. "And you are getting!" He exclaimed. "They got me a long time ago," said O'Brien with a mild, almost obžalujočo irony. He stepped aside. Behind him appeared širokopleč officer with a long black pendrekom in hand. "You knew this, Winston," said O'Brien. "Do not cheat yourself." "You knew it - you always knew." Yes, he has seen so far, it has always been known. But there was no time to think about it. The only thing he had eyes in the shenanigans stražnikovih hands. Can fall anywhere - on the topic to the top of the ears, upper arms, elbows - Elbow! Catalyst almost fell to my knees, elbows udarjenega Clinging to the other arm. All the spray in yellow light. Inconceivable, inconceivable that one blow could cause such pain. The light is clear and can be seen that the two of them looking down on him. Constable laughed his development. However, one problem was solved. Never, for any reason in the world, you can not wish that the pain increased. The pain you may want only one thing: to stop. Nothing in the world is not so terrible as the physical pain. Before the face of pain there is no heroes, no heroes, he thought again and again, when the twist on the floor and rendered futile holding his left hand. He was lying on something that is felt as a camp bed, except that it was up from the ground and that it was somehow fixed that could not move. Light that seemed stronger than usual, he fell on his face. At the O'Brien and stood looking down closely against him. On the other hand, stood a man in white coat, holding a syringe under the skin. Even after his eyes were open, only gradually perceive his surroundings. He had the impression that grows in this room from some quite different world, a sort of underwater world far beneath it. How long it was there, he did not know. Since it closed, has not seen daylight or themes. Moreover, his memories were not continuous. There was a time when his conscience, even those types of consciousness which man retains in his sleep, and stopped again resurrect the empty break. However, long pauses or days, weeks or seconds, it was impossible to know. The first blow to those on the elbows should be started. Later he realized that everything that happened then, only preliminary, a routine interrogation, which have received almost all the inmates. It was a long series of crimes - espionage, sabotage and the like - which is generally everyone should recognize. Recognition was a formality, though it was torture law. How many times have you beaten, how long the beating lasted, he could not remember. Always has been with him five or six men at a time. Sometimes they were plagued and sometimes batons, sometimes steel rods, sometimes boots. There was a time when the roll on the floor, without shame, like an animal, an evolving body of this or that side of the hopeless effort to avoid brcam, this is a short and a bit to attract more and more of BRC in the ribs, the abdomen, in elbows, the flute, the groin, in fashion, in trtico. There were times when it lasted and lasted until his brutal, evil and memorable is not considered that the guards are constantly beaten, but that could not be forced to lose consciousness. There were times when he left the nerves so much that it began shouting for mercy even before the beating began, when he himself was look at the fist back to punch indented enough to shake the recognition of the real and notional crimes . There were other times when it has come to a decision not to recognize anything when every word had to be forced from him, while gasping for breath in pain, and they were times when he feebly tried to make a compromise and you said "I confess, but not yet." "I must adhere to until the pain becomes unbearable." "Three more kicks, two brci and then I'll tell them what they want." Sometimes you beat that could barely stand, then threw a bag of potato cells in the stony ground, leaving a few hours, that is relieved and then brought out and beaten again. He also remembered the long recovery periods. Remembered by the fog, because they lived mostly in sleep or intoxication. Resembled the cell with a wooden bunk bed, a kind of policy that is stuck in the walls, and tin bowl of soup and hot meals, bread and sometimes coffee. Grumpy remember the barber, who came from Brit porezat beard and hair, and business, nesočutnih men in white coats, which he pulse sensors, testing reflexes, lifted the lid, with rough fingers otipavajoč searched for broken bones and needles in his arm zabadali to sleep. Fighting has been less frequently and has become mostly a threat, terror, in which it plunged at any time when his answers were unsatisfactory. Now his interrogators were more goons in black uniforms, but the party intellectuals, young men with rapid circular motion, and with gleaming glasses, which are in turn processed by the time it lasted - it is thought, was not sure - ten or twelve hours. These others were available to interrogators that he is constantly tortured by Lahn pain, but pain was mainly the one on which they rely. They beat him in the face, ears cheered him, dragged by the hair, forced to stand on one leg, banned him to go piss, lighting it with blinding lights, in the face until his eyes full of tears was, a goal that was short and a little humility to destroy him and his ability to prove and the conclusions drawn. Most of that time by the screaming and shouted at each obotavljanju he threatened that he will again stražnikom traditions, and sometimes suddenly change the tone, he was appointed mate, the ombudsman on behalf of Party and Angsoca and Big Brother and asked him anxiously whether the It is now not enough loyalty to the Party, raised the desire to eliminate the evil that he had done. Where were his nerves shredded by the hour interrogation, even by this reference may smrkajoče grew up in tears. In the end, the votes of the nuisance as thoroughly broken boots and fists stražnikov. He became just the mouth, which professed the hand that signed, whatever you require it. His only concern was to discover what they want to recognize, and then quickly acknowledged intimidation before they start again. He admitted the murder of a famous partijcev, disseminate insurgent leaflets, embezzlement of public fonds, selling war secrets, sabotage of all kinds. He admitted that he was paid to spy on Eastasia, since 1968. He acknowledged that the believer, an admirer of capitalism, sexual pervert. He admitted that his wife is murdered, though he knew interrogators and also be aware that his wife is alive. He admitted that for years was in personal contact with Goldsteinom and was a member of an underground organization, which covered almost every man she had ever known. Everything was easier to recognize and everyone get involved. Moreover, in some sense true. It is found that the enemy in the eyes of the Party and the Party there was no difference between thoughts and deeds. There were also other types of memories. In his mind stood alone, as the images, some of which Saturn itself. He was in the cell, which could be bright or dark, because he could see only two eyes. In the vicinity of his hand slowly and correctly ticked sort of instrument. His eyes became larger and brighter. Suddenly he flew from headquarters, it sank into my eyes and swallowed him up. He was strapped to a chair surrounded by dials, under the blinding lights. The man in the white coat was reading the numbers. Boots tapped outside world. The door to fly open. Inside, the officer strode to wax face, followed by two guards. "Room 101," said the officer. The man in the white coat is not reversed. Winston is also a look, just watch the numbers. Kotal, after a mighty hall, one kilometer wide, full of shiny golden light, roaring of laughter and a loud voice recognition sheath. Recognize everything, even what he has managed to keep the torture. The full story of his life he told audience that already knew it. With him were guards, the other interrogators, the men in white coats, O'Brien, Juliet, Mr Charrington and together they roll down the hallway and rjoveli of laughter. Grozotne some things that have been lodged in the future, it is somehow skipped and did not happen. Everything was right, there was no more pain, even the last detail of his life are discovered, understood, and forgiven. Run it with a wooden bunk, half convinced that he heard the voice of O'Brien. Throughout the interrogation had a feeling, though you never saw that on his elbow O'Brien, just beyond its point of view. O'Brien was the one who is all regulated. He was the one who sent guards against Winston and prevent them to kill him. He was the one who decided when Winston should scream with pain when you want a break, when to feed him when to sleep, when to inject a drug in his hand. He was the one who ask questions and answers sugeriral. He was a torturer, he was the protector, he was the inquisitor, he was a friend. And again, Winston could not remember whether it was normal in omamljenem or sleep or even waking moment - it is a voice murmured in my ear: "Do not worry, Winston, in my care you." "Seven years have eye on you." "Now came a decisive turning point." "I'll save you, I'll make an full." He was not sure whether this is the voice of O'Brien, but he was the same voice that told him: "We are met in a place where there are no issues" in those dreams, seven years ago. He did not remember the last interrogation. It was a period of blackness and then the cell or room, where he was now slowly materialized around him. He was lying flat on his back and could not move. Priklepalo his body down to every important point. Even the back of the head was somehow fixed. O'Brien was looking at it from top to bottom, almost sad. His face was grave to see the bottom and worn with sachets under the eyes and tired lines between the nose and chin. He was older than Winston had thought, perhaps they had forty-eight or fifty. Under his arm was the lever and dial the numbers that have surrounded the front page. "I told you," said O'Brien, 'that we met here, if ever. " "Yes," said Winston. Without any warning, except for O'Brien's gentle hands moved, his body a wave of pain flooded. It was a terrible pain, because he could not see what is happening, and he had a feeling that he sort of fatal injury zadajajo. He did not know whether this thing was really happening or is the effect induced by electricity, the body he stretched outwards, decisions trgalo it apart slowly. Although the pain he dived sweat from his forehead, was the worst of all fears that he will break the backbone of every moment. Gritted his teeth and heavy breathing through the nose, prizadevajoč you remain silent long as possible. "You're afraid, Winston, 'said O'Brien, observant of his face," that will be the next time something broke. " "Especially the fear that this will be the backbone." "You got a live picture of the vertebra, which is torn apart and the spine fluid from the CEDI." "That you think, do not, Winston?" Winston did not answer. O'Brien pulled the lever back to the keypad. Val easing pain almost as quickly as it came. "That was forty," said O'Brien. "You see can that number rising to one hundred." "You want to please remember all the talk that they may hurt pain at any time and to any degree I want." "If we lie to you the rules, tried to avoid it in any way, or even reduced below their normal inteligenčno rate at that moment you are screaming in pain." "You understand that?" "Yes," said Winston. O'Brienovo behavior has become less strict. He thoughtfully repair spectacles on his nose and went a step or two up and down. When he spoke, his voice was friendly and patient. He had the look of a doctor, teacher, even a priest, who make more effort to explain and persuade rather than punish. "I do worry about you you, Winston," he said, "because you worthy of concern." "Quite well do you know what is wrong with you." "You know for years, even though I fought against that knowledge." "You mentally disturbed." "Suffer for the defective memory." "Unable to remember you and prepričuješ real events that you remember other events which never occurred." "Fortunately, this ozdravljivo." "Never you were not drugs, because you never wanted." "It was a small effort of will, which you were willing to make." "Even now, this is well aware of their disease oklepaš be under the impression that it is a virtue." "Now Let 's take an example." "By what power is currently fighting wars Oceania?" "When I was arrested, Oceania was at war with Eastazijo." "By Eastazijo." "Good." "And Oceania has always been at war with Eastazijo, or not?" Winston took a deep breath. He opened his mouth to speak, but then did not speak. He could not distract eyes from the dial. "Truth, Sir, Winston." "Your truth." "Tell me what you think, remember that." "I remember that until just weeks before I was arrested, we were all at war with Eastazijo." "We were in alliance with them." "The war was against Eurasia." "This lasted for four years." "Before that - ' O'Brien stopped him with a hand gesture. "Another example," he said. "A few years ago was really a very serious mistake." "You believed that three men, three former members of the Party by the name of Jones, Aaronson and Rutherford - men who were killed for treachery and sabotage after they made the fullest possible award - have been found guilty of crimes, which have been found guilty." "You believed that you saw an undisputed documentary evidence showing that their confessions were false." "It was a certain photograph about which you had a vision." "You believed that you really held it in his hands." "Read as it was about photography." Rectangular paper as he appeared between O'Brien soil. Five seconds may have been in Winston zornem corner. She is the photo Jones, Aaronson and Rutherford on behalf of the Party in New York, photography, which has attracted eleven years ago and promptly destroyed. For a moment only it was before his eyes, then disappeared again from the point of view. But seeing it, it is certainly seen! He made a desperate, deadly effort to release the top half of the body. It was impossible to move inch in any direction. For a moment he even forgot to dial. Everything you wanted, it was again held a photo of your fingers, or at least see it. "There!" He exclaimed. "No," said O'Brien. He walked across the room. Memorial opening was on the opposite wall. O'Brien lifted the grate. Invisible to the frail piece of paper swirled in a stream of hot air and disappeared into a flame of fire. O'Brien turned to the wall. "Ash," he said. "Neither ash, which could be identified." "Dust." "None." "Never has not been." "And it was!" "It always is!" "He lives in his mind." "I remember it." "You remember it." "I can not remember," said O'Brien. Winston's heart dropped. This was dvomišljenje. He had a sense of powerlessness of death. When you could be sure that O'Brien be better, I would not be important. It is perfectly possible that O'Brien really forgot to photograph. And if that were the case, then it will also forget how he denied that he remembered and forgotten act of oblivion. How he could make sure that all of this only trick? It may be true in the mind may make this insane move: it was thought that it was defeated. O'Brien watched him thoughtfully from top to bottom. More than ever he had the appearance of a teacher who is tortured with sturdy, a promising child. "Some might consider password batch of history," he said. "Repeat it, please." "Whoever controls the past, controls the future, who controls the present, controls the past," repeated Winston is obedient. "He who controls the present, controls the past," said O'Brien, nodding in a slow fitting. "Do you think the, Winston and the past real existence?" Once again the feeling of helplessness descended Winston. His eyes fly to the dial. Not only that he did not know whether "yes" or "no" answer that will save you from pain, even that did not know the answer for what he thinks is right. O'Brien smiled slightly. "You're not a metaphysician, Winston," he said. "Until that moment you never thought anything seen in existence." "I specifically asked." "Does the past exist concretely, in space?" "Is there a place, a world of solid objects, where history is happening?" "Yes." "Where then is the past, if at all?" "In the documents." "It is asserted." "In the documents." "And -?" "In the consciousness." "In human memories." "In his mind." "Well, good then." "We, the lot, all documents are managed and handled all the memories." "After we master the past, is not it?" "But how can I prevent people need to stop remembering?" Winston cried, forgetting for a moment again dial. "This is accidental." "This is an outside man." "How controlling your memory?" "My master did not!" O'Brienovo behavior again became strictly. He put his hand on the dial. "On the contrary," he said, "you did not dominate you." "This is what brings you here." "Here you are, because you did not succeed in humility, in self-discipline." "You wanted to give way, what is the price of mental health." "I'd rather you were a lunatic, a minority, represented by a single against all." "Only the disciplined mind can see reality, Winston." "You think that reality is something objective, external, which is self-explanatory." "Do you think also that the nature of reality is self-evident." "When slepiš ones domnevaš something that every one sees the same thing as you." "But I say to you, Winston, that reality is not external." "The reality exists in human consciousness, and nowhere else." "And not in the individual consciousness that may interfere, in any case, fail fast, only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal." "Whatever a lot of truth is the truth." "It is impossible to see reality, unless you watch it through the eyes of the Party." "This is a fact that you have to re-learn it, Winston." "The request is self-destruction from you the effort of will." "You have humility before they can cure mental." For a moment he paused, as if allowed to do what he said, sit down. "Do you remember that you wrote in the diary," Freedom means freedom to say that two and two is four? "" "Yes," said Winston. O'Brien was left stretched upwards, with his back to Winston, a hidden thumb and four fingers outstretched. 'How many fingers, Winston stegujem? " "Four." "And if the lot said that this is not four but five - then how many?" "Four." The word ended in hlipanju of pain. The needle on the dial until the fifty-dived. Winston is a sweat patch throughout the body. The air in his lungs and vdiral escaping again in the deep sighs, by pressing the teeth could not stop. O'Brien watched him, still with four outstretched fingers. Pull the lever back. This time the pain was only slightly easier. "How many fingers, Winston?" "Four." The needle, the climb up to sixty. "How many fingers, Winston?" "Four!" "Four!" "What I say to another?" "Four!" The needle had to be raised again, he did not watch it. Heavy, serious face and four fingers were in response to blasting his field. Fingers in front of him stood as pillars, enormous, seemingly blurred and trembling, a disputed four. "How many fingers, Winston?" "Four!" "Stop, stop!" "How can we continue?" "Four!" "Four!" "How many fingers, Winston?" "Five!" "Five!" "Five!" 'No, Winston, nothing helps. " "You're lying." "I still think that there are four." "How many fingers, please?" "Four!" "Five!" "Four!" "Whatever you want." "Just stop, stop the pain!" Suddenly he sat upright with O'Brienovo arm about her shoulders. Maybe for a few seconds lost consciousness. Ties, which have forced his body down were loosened. He was very cold, the unbridled shivering, teeth šklepetali him, his tears roll down her face. For a moment it was as a child clung to O'Brien, strangely comforted of heavy arms around her shoulders. He had the feeling that O'Brien was his protector, that pain was something that came from outside, from some other source, and that O'Brien is one who will save him from it. "Slow learner you, Winston," O'Brien said goods. "How can we help you?" sobbed. "How can I help you, if I see what I have in mind?" "Two and two is four." "Sometimes, Winston." "Sometimes, five." "Sometimes three." "Sometimes all at once." "The more you have to work hard." "There may be mentally recover." He lay on the bed Winston. Grasp the limb is bitten again, but the pain has decreased and the ponehalo tremor and left him weak and prezeblega only. O'Brien motioned with his head man in the white coat, which is stationary during the whole procedure cost. The man in the white coat bent down and looked closely into Winston eyes potipal pulse, put your ear to the chest, tapped here and there, then he nodded to O'Brien. "Again," O'Brien said. The pain ran again in the body of Winston. The needle had to be at seventy, seventy-five. This time he closed his eyes. He knew that the soil there, and still four. Only important thing was that somehow remain alive until the spasm has resolved. He stopped to notice, or screaming or not. Pain was reversed. He opened his eyes. O'Brien pulled the lever back. "How many fingers, Winston?" "Four." "I think there are four." "I saw them five, if I could." 'I'm trying to see five. " "What we want: to convince me that you see five, or really look like?" "I really see it." "Again," O'Brien said. Maybe it was the needle in the eighty - ninety. Winston only intermittently remembered for this pain. It seemed to him that the forest eyelids clenched fingers moving in a kind of dance mixes and unfolding, disappearance of one after the other and appearing again. They tried to count, not remembering why. He knew only that it is impossible to count because of the mysterious kind of sameness between five and four. The pain died away again. When he opened his eyes, he realized that it still sees the same thing. Countless finger is still as moving trees, ran past him in all directions, and the križalo razpletalo. Closed his eyes again. "How many fingers stegujem, Winston?" "I do not know." "I do not know." "You will kill me if you do again." "Four, five, six - I do not know." "Better," said O'Brien. The needle slid into Winston hand. Almost the same moment he spread throughout the body blissful, healing warmth. The pain was already half-forgotten. He opened his eyes and looked gratefully to O'Brien. Looking at the heavy, sinister face, so ugly and so intelligent, he felt tremendous emotion in his heart. If you can move, it stretched out his hand and put it on O'Brienovo shoulder. Never is it more deeply loved than at this moment, and not only because it stopped the pain. The old feeling that ultimately does not matter whether O'Brien was a friend or enemy, it has recovered. O'Brien it was a man with whom one can speak. Perhaps a man wants to be loved as much as understood. O'Brien is torturing him to the edge of insanity and soon, this was certainly send him to death. Well, it did not matter. O'Brien looked down by the expression that gave rise to the idea that it may also circumvent the same thought. When he spoke, the sound of his voice was light and conversational. "Do you know where you are, Winston?" he said. "I do not know." "You can guess." "The Ministry of Love." "Do you know how long you been here?" "I do not know." "The days, weeks, months - I think the months." "And why, you imagine, bring people to this place?" "To prepare them for recognition." "No, not the cause." "Try again." "To punish them." "No!" Exclaimed O'Brien. His voice was strange and his face changed suddenly become tight and lively. "No!" "Not only so, in order to get out of recognition, nor that this punishment." "Let me tell you why we have brought you here?" "To heal this!" "In this device sane!" "I wanted to understand, Winston, that no one who bring it I never come out of our hands neozdravljen?" "We are not that stupid offenses that you committed." "The lots clearly are not interested in action, thought which is all we care." "We not only destroy their enemies, but they are changing." "Do you understand what I mean by that?" Was bent over Winston. His face was due to the proximity of a huge and hideous looking ugly, because he was watched from below. Besides, he was charged with a kind zanesenostjo, zaverovanostjo mad. Winston heart crushed again. If I had been able, he could sink deeper into the bed. He was convinced that O'Brien will be spun out of pure objestnosti keypad. But at that moment it was O'Brien said. He took a step or two up and down. Then he continued less passionate: "The first thing you must understand is that in this place is not martyrdom." "You read about religious persecution in the past." "In the Middle Ages was the Inquisition." "It was a failure." "The purpose is to eradicate krivoverstvo, but ended so that it is immortalized." "For the each is burnt at the stake arises inside the thousands of others." "Why?" "Because the Inquisition killed its enemies openly and killing them while they were still nespokorjeni; actually killing them is because they have been nespokorjeni." "People are dying because they refused to give up their right belief." "Naturally, all the glory that belonged to the victims and all the shame inkvizitorju to burn." "Later, in the twentieth century, were totalitaristi, as they called it." "These were the German Nazis and Russian Communists." "The Russians persecuted krivoverstvo more cruel, as did the Inquisition." "And they have represented that they learn from the mistakes of the past, certainly they know they can not create martyrs." "Before they exposed their victims to public process, are thoughtfully made sure that they are destroying their dignity." "Exhausted by torture and solitude until they were worthy of contempt klečeplazne wimps who recognize everything they put in their mouths, who were hiding in the profanity, and accusing the other of hiding the other and cvileč for mercy." "And yet it is a few short years the whole thing again." "The dead have become martyrs and their degradation was forgotten." "Once again, why so?" "Mainly because they were confessions, confessed they are clearly fictional and false." "We do not make errors of this kind." "All the awards, which are enunciated here are real." "We Make it real." "Above all, do not allow the dead to arise out against us." "Stop it already imagine that this apology will zanamstvo, Winston." "Zanamstvo will never hear you." "Until you clean erased from history." "We changed that in the gas and the drop in the stratosphere." "Nothing will remain of you, not the name on the list, no living memory in the brain." "You canceled in the past and in the future." "You never existed." Why then do you trouble with torture? Winston thought the instant bitterness. O'Brien retained step, as the Winston Science uttered aloud. His large ugly face with slightly narrowed eyes, it was close. "Because this way or intend to destroy the place, so that nothing is what you said or did, or at least alter things, the vprašuješ out why in this case the trouble and we heard this first?" "This is what thinking about, right?" "Yes," said Winston. O'Brien is a slight smile. "You're a mistake in the pattern, Winston." "You spot, which should be deleted." "What did I just say that we differ from preganjalcev of the past?" "We are not satisfy with the passive obedience, nor the most hlapčevsko podvrženostjo." "When you finally gave us, this must be out of your free will." "We do not pokončamo heretic, as long as we resist, as long as we resist, he never pokončamo." "We converted him, won his internal spirit, it is rewritten." "All evil has been cauterized and the illusion of him, bring him to our side, not virtual, but in essence, the heart and soul." "Let's do it for one of our before we kill him." "For us, nedopustljivo to anywhere in the world thought there was an error, whether it is so secret and powerless." "Not then, not when someone handed death, we can not allow deviation." "In the old days, went to the Burn krivoverec still krivoveren, razlagajoč their krivoverstvo and opajajoč to him." "Even the victims of the Russian purges happened to bear the rebellion locked up in his skull, while marched along the corridor and waited for the ball." "We do a complete brain before they are launched." "Despotism of the old charter was" Do not You. "" "Totalitaristov command was" You. "" "Our command is" You. "" "No one who brought him to this place, we never put the edge." "Everyone has to clean washed." "Even those three miserable traitors in whose innocence you once believed - Jones, Aaronson and Rutherford - we end up broke." "I am very involved in their questioning." "I saw how slowly succumbed, a habit of crying are klečeplazili and weep - and ultimately this was not due to pain or fear, but of repentance." "Then, when we passed them, they were just shells of people." "There's nothing left in them, other than regret what they did, and love of Big Brother." "It was touching to see how they loved him." "They asked to shoot them quickly to be able to go as long as their brains are clean." His voice became almost dreamy. On his face were still crazy romance and excitement. Without pretending to be thought Winston hypocrite he is, believes in every word you said. As it is the most potrlo was an awareness of their own intellectual inferiority. Watching it is difficult, grace a full figure that she went back and forth in the arable field and beyond his reach. O'Brien was in all respects to a man more like himself. There was no thought that he would ever think or may think that O'Brien could not have been long known, had been overestimated and discarded. His mind is covered in Winston spirit itself. But how should therefore be true that O'Brien was mad? But he is certainly mad, Winston. O'Brien stopped and looked back to Winston. His voice became tight again. "Do not imagine, Winston, that will save, but if we are so completely You give." "Nobody who has ever missed the way, is not spared." "And even if when you want to let you spend your life naturally, we are still not going away." "What happens to you here is forever." "Understand advance to do so." "Meal that will be up to that point, from which no return." "It is done these things on which you you can not recover, but if you live a thousand years." "Never again you can not normal human emotions." "All of you will be dead." "Never again you will not able to love, friendship, joy of life, laughter, curiosity, courage, or the significant." "You hollow." "All we derive this from you and then filled with them." Paused and gave the man in white coat character. Winston was aware that he pushed a heavy machine head. O'Brien sat down next to the bed so that his face was almost level with Winston. "Three thousand," the head over Winston said the man in white coat. Two-cushion, which appeared to be slightly wet, have pushed to Winston shadows. It trembled. Pain, a new type of pain is coming. O'Brien is a conciliatory, almost kindly put his hand on his. "This will not hurt," he said. "See me straight in the eye." At that moment he felt a terrible explosion, or something that seemed like an explosion, although he was not sure that roared. Clearly, there was a flash of light blind. Winston was not hurt, only weakened. Although it is already lying on his back when it happened, he had a strange feeling that it is thrown in this position. Terrific painless blow by the defeat. Even in his head, something happened. "It does not take long," said O'Brien. "See me in the eye." "Which country is Oceania at war?" Winston thought. He knew what it means to Oceania and the citizen of Oceania itself. He also remembered Eurasia and Eastasia, but who is at war with anyone, he did not know. In fact, not even aware that any war. "I do not remember." "Oceania is at war with Eastazijo." "Do you remember this now?" "Yes." "Oceania has always been at war with Eastazijo." "From the beginning of your life, from the beginning of the Party, the history of the war held constant, always the same war." "Remember this?" "Yes." "Eleven years ago we created the legend of the three husbands, who were sentenced to death for treason." "You pretend that you saw a piece of paper that claimed their innocence." "There is no such paper had never been." "This is what you came up and then started to believe." "I remember that moment when you did you invent." "Remember this?" "Yes." "Did I just pointing fingers." "You saw five fingers." "Remember this?" "Yes." O'Brien has stretched its fingers on the left, with the hidden thumb "There's five fingers." "You see five fingers?" "Yes." And indeed he had seen for a fleeting moment before the scene had changed his mind. He saw five fingers, and it was not distorted. Then everything was normal again and the old fear, hatred and confusion have trumoma back. But it was a moment - he did not know how long, thirty seconds, perhaps - a clear certainty when any hint O'Brien met patch of emptiness and become absolute truth, and it has been two and two to three as easily be five, if that was what what was needed. This moment has faded, even before O'Brien dropped his hand, but even he could not again be achieved, it can be easily remembered as a man remembers living in a distant experiences in life, when he was in essence a different man. "Now you see," said O'Brien, 'that this is certainly possible. " "Yes," said Winston. O'Brien stood up with a happy expression. Beyond him, on the left Winston saw the man in the white coat, which broke the ampoule and draw back the plunger on the syringe. O'Brien was a smile turned to Winston. In almost the old way, the repair of spectacles on his nose. "Remember that you wrote in the journal," he said, "it does not matter whether I am a friend or enemy, because I'm at least a man who understands this and which can be discussed?" "You were right." "I enjoy talking to you." "Your mind calls me." "It is similar to my reason, that's your only chance ill." "Before we get, we can zastaviš few questions, if you want." "Any question I want?" "Any." Noticed that Winston looked keypad. "The machine is turned off." "What was your first question?" "What you have a device with Julia?" said Winston. O'Brien smiled again. "Published this is." "Immediately - no concerns." "Rarely am seeing someone who would be handed over to us so quickly." "I can hardly recognize it if they saw it." "All its resistance, fake, madness, the spirit of the soil - all we izžgali from it." "It was a complete conversion, such as textbooks." "They tortured you." O'Brien did not respond to this. "Next question," he said. "Is Big Brother there?" "Sure." "A lot there." "Big Brother is the embodiment of the Party." "Is there the same way as me?" "These do not exist," said O'Brien. Once again it took a sense of helplessness. He knew, and he was able to represent the arguments that prove his absence, but they were nonsense, just a pun. Is not the statement "You do not exist" something logically absurd? So what, getting this stuff? Intellect he contracted when he thought of the unanswerable, mad arguments with which O'Brien will be destroyed. "I think there are," said the tired. "I know who I am." "I was born and I will die." "I have hands and feet." "I am in favor a location in space." "No other solid object can not be fought along with me in this city." "Is this the meaning of Big Brother exist?" "It does not matter." "There." "Will Big Brother ever die?" "Of course not." "How could he die?" "Next question." "Does the Brotherhood exist?" "That, Winston, you'll never know." "If Ahotel us to free ourselves from this, once we made to you, you still never know if you experienced the ninety years of age, or the answer to that question yes or no." "As long as you live, be it in your head unsolved mystery." Winston lay silent. His chest rising and downs a little faster. It is still not a question that has come to my attention first. He has pledged, and yet it was as if the language does not want to pronounce. On the face of O'Brien, it seemed a shadow smile, which is testimony to the game. It seemed that even their ironic glare glasses. He knows, thought Winston suddenly, he knows what I asked. And at this thought sprang from his words: "What's Room 101?" O'Brien's facial expression did not change. Dry said: "You know what is in Room 101, Winston." "Everyone knows what is in the room one hundred and first" He raised his finger to the man in white coat. Obviously, it was the time in place. The needle was shouted in Winston arm. Almost instantly it fell into a deep sleep. "For this to be again involved from the three stages are necessary," said O'Brien. "They are learning, understanding and consent." "It is time to cross over to another level." Winston was lying flat, as always in the back. But more recently links have been relaxed. In priklepale by the bed, but may be slightly bent knees, his head turned to one and the other side and lifts his hand from the elbow. Even the dial has become less outrageous. Sometimes they got through the session without using the keypad. He could not recall how many meetings it was. It seemed to him that the whole process extends into a long, indefinable time - it may take weeks - and the breaks between sessions may have been driving for several days and, secondly, only an hour or two. "When you're lying here," O'Brien said, "I often wondered - you even asked me - why the Ministry of Love spends so much time and care about you." "And when you were free, this is disturbed in essentially the same question." "You can perceive the internal structure of the society in which we live, but not its underlying motives." "Remember that you wrote the book" I can understand how, but I do not understand why. "" "And then when you're thinking 'why, you doubt about your own mental health." "You've read the book, Goldsteinovo book, or at least excerpts from it." "Did she tell you something that you never knew?" "Have you read it?" Winston asked. "I wrote it." "So, I participated in the writing." "No book is written individually, as you know." "Is it true what they say?" "As a description of that." "The program, which places it, is nonsense." "The secret accumulation of knowledge - a gradual extension prosvetljenosti - end user prefers - revolt in the party." "Sam you anticipate that this is what will tell." "All this is nonsense." "Raja will never rebelled, even in the thousands or millions of years is not." "It can not be." "There is no need to tell you the reason, because they already know." "If you ever harbored dreams of an armed uprising, they you have to give up." 'No way they would anyone be crashing the party. " "The Authority of the Party is forever." "Let this be a starting point for your thoughts." He came closer to the bed. "For ever!" He repeated. "And now povrniva to the question about" how "and" why "." "Good enough understand" how "the game holds on to power." "Now tell me why it clings to power." "What's our angle?" "Why do we want power?" "Well, talk," he added, when Winston remained silent. However, Winston is a moment or two did not reply. Feeling tired is it closes. Lahn, mad flash of enthusiasm is back on O'Brien's face. That the capture by the authorities because the people in the crowd is weak, cowardly creatures who can not pass the freedom and truth, and they must therefore be dominated by systematic thinking and others who are stronger than them. Humanity must choose between freedom and happiness, and that the greater part of mankind better luck. A batch of eternal watcher frail sect dedicated to serving the evil that could be born from this well, žrtvujoč taking his own happiness for the happiness of others. Spooky, thought Winston, but it is monstrous that O'Brien once said this, he also believed. This has been seen on the face. O'Brien knew everything. A thousand times better than Winston he knew what the world is in reality and how to live a low level of the masses and what are lies and surovostmi true there are lot. He understood it all, weighed, and then what: end justifies the means. What you can do, he thought Winston, with blaznežu, which is smarter than you, who faithfully listen to your arguments, then a little short and insists in his madness? "You We rule this in our own interests," he said weakly. "Are you sure that people are unable to help themselves and therefore ruled -" Twitched it and almost cried. Agonizing pain prestrelila his body. O'Brien pushed the lever on the thirty-five. "That was stupid, Winston, stupid," he said. "You should know that you can not speak of such things." He pulled the lever back and continued: "Now I'll tell you the answer to that question." "Takle is." "A lot of weight in the full authority of government itself." "We do not care about the welfare of others, we are interested only in power." "No wealth, luxury, long life or happiness, only power, pure power." "What is clean power, you will immediately understand." "We are distinguished from all other oligarchy past in that we know what we're doing." "All others, even those who were like us, have been cowardly and hypocritical." "The German Nazis and Russian Communists have given us very close to the methods, but never had the courage to have overlooked their own motives." "Pretending they may even believe that they are reluctant to seize power and for a limited time and that just around the corner lies a paradise in which people are free and equal." "We are not such." "We know that no one ever hold of power in order to terminate it." "Power is not an asset, it might end." "Sun vzpostaviš dictatorship in order to be kept the revolution, a revolution for the purpose of doing that vzpostaviš dictatorship." "The persecution is persecution." "The purpose of torture is torture." "The government is in power." "Beginning to understand me now?" Winston was bewildered, bewildered as before, the expression of fatigue O'Brien. He is a powerful, muscular and raw, it was full of intelligence and some sort of restrained passion, before which he felt helpless, but he's tired. Under the eyes had bags under his cheeks, the skin is lowered. O'Brien leaned even upon him, he approached deliberately worn face. "You think," he said, "that my face is old and tired." "You think that the authorities say, but I can not even protect his own body from collapse." "What do not you understand, Winston, that only the individual cell?" "Fatigue Strength of living cells of the organism." "Do you die when you porežeš nails?" He turned from the bed and began to walk up and down with one hand in his pocket. "We priests authorities," he said. "God is power." "But for now it's in your eyes might just words." "It is time to get some idea of what power means." "The first thing you realize is that the collective power." "An individual has only as much authority as the individual ceases to be." "You know the party parolo" Freedom is slavery. " "You ever occurred to me that this swap?" "Slavery is freedom." "Sam - loose - was always a man defeated." "It must be, because every man is sentenced to death, the largest of all defeats." "If it can be immersed in the lot so that lot, then it is all-powerful and immortal." "The second thing you realize is that power is power over human beings." "Above the body, but mainly over the conscience." "The Authority of things - the external reality, I'd say you - is not important." "But our government is already full of things." For a moment Winston ignored the dial. Wild pushed to the rise in the seated position, but he succeeded only to the extent that it is painfully twisted his body. "But how can rule this thing?" it burst out of him. "But the climate and the law of gravity does not have control." "And there are disease, pain, death -" O'Brien silenced him with a hand gesture. "We master things as master the consciousness." "The reality is within the skull." "Gradually you will learn, Winston." "There is nothing which would not be able to do." "I do not invisibility, no lift - nothing." "You could swim with the soil as a bubble, if you wanted." "I do not want this because the lot does not want." "You have to get rid of the nineteenth century representations of nature." "We create laws of nature." "But you do not!" "We are not masters of this planet!" "What about Eurasia and Eastasia? "You have not conquered them yet." "Irrelevant." "We won them, we will match it." "And if we do not, then what?" "They may be excluded from life." "Oceania is the world." "But the world itself is only a speck of dust." "And man is tiny - helpless!" "How old is already there?" "Millions of years the earth was uninhabited." "Nonsense." "The earth is as old as me, nothing more." "How could older?" "Nothing exists outside of human consciousness." "But the rocks are full of bones of extinct animals - mamutov, mastodontov and enormous reptiles which lived here long ago, before it was something to hear about the man." "Have you ever seen those bones, Winston?" "Of course not." "Biologists nineteenth century, they have invented." "Before man there was nothing." "The man, if it will ever end, will not be nothing." "Outside a man is nothing." "But the universe is outside us." "Look at the stars!" "Some of them are millions of light years away." "For us forever out of reach." "What are stars?" O'Brien said it is indifferent. "These are fragments of a fire a few kilometers away." "Could be achieved if they wanted to." "Or delete them." "Earth is the center of the universe." "The sun and stars revolve around it." Winston is again stirred convulsively. This time he did not say anything. O'Brien continued as they responded to spoken comments: "For some purposes it certainly is not true." "If you sail the ocean or to predict the eclipse, we often seem appropriate to allow the earth rotates around the sun and the stars are millions and millions of miles away." "So what?" "Do you think we do not have the strength to put an dual system of astronomy?" "Stars can be near or far, in line with our needs." "Do you think our math, be unable to?" "You forgot to dvomišljenje?" Winston sank back on the bed. Whatever he said, the rapid response than killed by a bat. But he knew, he knew he had it. Belief that it is not outside your own mind nothing - certainly there is some way to prove it wrong. What has not been discovered long ago that this was wrong? Even have a special term for this, but it has forgotten. A slight smile was stirred O'Brien mouth corner, where he looked after him. "I told you, Winston," he said, "that you are not well versed metaphysics." "The word that is trying to figure out, is solipsizem." "But you're wrong." "This is not solipsizem." "Collective solipsizem if you want." "This is another thing, in fact, something quite the opposite." "Well, we got here," he added in a different tone. "The real power, authority, for which we fought day and night, no control over things, but over the people." You paused for a moment and again put on the appearance of scholar to question the promising pupil: 'How can a man ensure power over another man, Winston? " Winston thought. "Yes it causes suffering," he said. "Exactly." "Yes it causes suffering." "Obedience is not enough." "If a man suffers, how can you be sure that your subjects will and not his?" 'The Authority' s, where pain and people povzročiš ponižuješ. " "Power you have, if the human spirit trgaš pieces and then sestavljaš in new forms at will." "Do you now dawn, what kind of world we create?" "This world is exactly opposite of the stupid hedonistic utopias, they have the old reformers imagined." "This is a world of fear, treachery and torture, the world of those who trample trampled others and the world, a world which will become not less but more merciless, when he carried out." "Progress in our world will progress to severe pain." "The old civilizations claimed that they are based on love and justice." "We based on hatred." "In our world, man will show no emotions other than fear, fury, victory and humiliating himself." "Everything else we shall destroy - everything." "Even now we break the habit of thinking that has survived from predrevolucijskega time." "We cut the ties between parents and children, between a man and a woman." "Nobody dares not trust his wife over, the child or a friend." "In future wife does not will not friends." "Children will be confiscated when the birth mothers, as we take eggs." "We will suppress the sex drive." "Fertilization will be an annual formality, as the recovery of the food orders." "We abolished orgasm." "Our PB has been working on it." "There is no loyalty there will be no loyalty other than the Party." "There is no love there will be no other than love for Big Brother." "There is no laughter, there will be no exception victorious over the defeated enemies of laughter." "It will not art, no literature, not science." "When we almighty, we do not need science." "It will not be differences between beauty and ugliness." "There is no curiosity, no, for the conduct of life, no one said." "Pleasures that people felt at the contest, there will be no." "But I always forget this, Winston will always be available opojnost reigning authorities, which will continuously grow and become increasingly sophisticated." "Always, at any moment, you can srh tasted victory, a sense of how teptaš enemy who is helpless." "If you have the image of the future, imagine boot, which is trampling human face - forever." Paused as if expecting something to be said Winston. Winston is again trying to paste more to the bed. He could not say anything. It seemed to him that his heart froze. O'Brien continued: "And remember that this is forever." "We always had a face that we trampling." "Krivoverec, the enemy of the people, will always be here, that we can beat him and humiliated again and again." "Everything we served you, since you in our hands - all this will continue and be even worse." "Espionage, betrayal, arrest, torture, executions, disappearances will never be stopped." "This will be the world of terror, like victory." "A lot stronger when less will be tolerant; worse when the opposition, harder to despotism." "Goldstein and its heresies will live forever." "Every day, every moment, we overcame, discredit, mocked, spit on them - but it will always survive." "Drama, who I played with you these seven years, will be played over and over again, from generation to generation, the more tankoumnejši way." "We will always have the heretic here, handed us the grace and mercy to be broken and abject tulil of pain - and eventually will be fully spokorjen, freed himself and us of myself crawling before his feet." "This is the world that you are preparing, Winston." "The Council of victory for victory, victory to victory: endless pressing, pressing, pressing on the nerve of power." "As I see it, they are starting to dawn, what will this world." "But in the end it more than you know." "He agreed you in him, welcomed him, became a part of." Winston has recovered sufficiently to be able to talk. "You can not!" Said weakly. "What do you mean by that remark, Winston?" "You can not create such a world as you have just described." "This is a dream." "It is not possible." "Why?" "It is not possible to design a civilization on fear, hatred and cruelty." "Never could not be maintained." "Why not?" "I do not have a life force." 'Disintegration to be. " "I would commit suicide." "Nonsense." "You're under the impression that hatred is more exhausting than love." "Why should I be?" "And even if it were, what then?" "Suppose that when you want to be quickly exhausted." "Suppose we increase the speed of life, so that the man in senilen thirty years." "And then what?" "What do not you understand that individual's death is not death?" "The party is immortal." As usual, Winston beat that voice in helplessness. Even more horror it was that O'Brien, if he persisted in his, pulled the lever again. And yet could not keep silent. A faint, without arguments, without something that would have been supported, except for silent horror over what he rules, O'Brien returned to the attack. "I do not know - I do not care." "Somehow you will fail." "I will beat you." "Life will beat you." "We control the lives, Winston at all its stages." "You domišljaš that there is something called human nature to be appalled by our doing and we set the edge." "But we create human nature." "Man is made of substances which may oblikuješ million will." "Or, you may return to her old thoughts to heaven and the slaves rose up and threw us?" "Stay-at this from the head." "They are helpless as animals." "A lot of mankind." "The others are outside - irrelevant." "Never mind." "In the end you will potolkli." "Sooner or later you will see such as you, and will tear you to pieces." "Do you see any evidence that this is happening?" "Or any reason why they should be?" "Yes." "I believe in it." "I know that you will fail." "Something in the world - I do not know what kind of spirit, some principle - that you will never overcome." "Do you believe in God, Winston?" "Yes." "What is this principle that will bite us?" "I do not know." "The human spirit." "Well, you got to man?" "Yes." "If you are a man, Winston, you tip." "Your kind of dying, we are followers." "Do you understand that yourself?" "Outside of history you do not you sit." His behavior has changed and become more intense: "And you got to be morally better than us, with our lies and cruelty?" "Yes, I have the better." O'Brien did not say anything. Two other voices were speaking. After a moment Winston recognized one of them for her. This audio clip was a conversation he had with O'Brien the other night, when he joined the brotherhood. I heard the promise that it will lie, steal, fabricated, murder, drugs, encourage prostitution and disseminate venereal diseases, threw vitriol in the faces of children. O'Brien made a small impatient gesture, as if to say that the demonstration was hardly worth it to do. Then he turned the knob and voices are shut up. "Get out of bed," he said. Ties have been loosened. Winston down on the floor and stood uncertain. "You're the last man," said O'Brien. "You're the guardian of the human spirit." "You saw it like that than you." "Take off your clothes make." Winston was tied a piece of rope that was holding it together overall. Zip he had long severed from it. He could not remember whether he has ever since they closed it, took off his clothes all the time. Under the suits around him, the body ovijale dirty greenish cape, which was only identified the remains of the power machine. When he dropped to the ground, he noticed that at the opposite end of the room trodelno mirror. Approached him and then stopped. He wrung cry instinctively. "Next," said O'Brien. "Get the wing mirror." "The view from the side you see." He stopped because he was afraid. Bent, grayish, okostnjaku similar thing was coming towards him. Her appearance alone was terrifying, not only that he knew it himself. Move closer to the mirror. Due to the bent posture appeared to face this thing sticking out further. Pathetic face eternal prisoner, with a high forehead, which was podaljševalo the bald skull, broken nose and cheekbones, which were broken down and over to see them wild and waking eyes. Cheeks was plowed and mouths were looking narrowed. This was certainly his face, but he felt that the change is more than its interior. Emotions, which showed they would be different from those he felt. He became partially bald. The first moment he thought that even osivel, but it was just gray skin on the skull. Except for the hands and face were all over the body and through the gray of the old, dirt Gazing. Here and there were scars on the red dirt of the wounds and his varicose ulcer near the ankle was sore lumps, from which the skin flakes lupile. A truly outrageous is the thinness of the body. Chest was narrow as in okostnjaku, his legs were so dried that the knee is wider than the thighs. Now he saw what was thought O'Brien with a look of the site. Curvature of the spine has been astounding. Dry shoulders were hunched, so that worked over the chest cavity, thin neck is seen as being guilty of double under the weight of the skull. When to guess, I would say that this body šestdesetletnika suffering from the incurable disease. "Once we thought," O'Brien said, "that my face - the face of the Inner Party member - looking old and tired." "What do you think about your own face?" Winston grabbed the shoulder and spun him, so he was turned against him. "Look at what you are!" He said. "Look at this disgusting dirt all over my body!" "Look at the dirt between the toes of the feet." "Look at this disgusting eternal wound to the leg." "Do more to stink like a skunk?" "I guess at this stop to perceive." "Look at your thinness." "See?" "With the thumb and forefinger you can hug the biceps." "I could have broken his neck as the root." "Do you know that you lost twenty pounds since you in our hands?" "Even in these flocks hair falling out." "See!" He reached to his head and Winston pull out a clump of hair. "Open your mouth!" "Nine, ten, eleven teeth left you." "How much you had when you come to us?" "And those few, as you have them, these shortfalls in the mouth." 'See here! " He grabbed one of the remaining teeth between his powerful thumb and index finger. Painful push the jaw crossed through Winston. O'Brien grabbed the loose teeth with root value. Threw him under the cell. "What are you?" "Dirt bag." "Now turn around and return to look into that mirror." "You see this figure, which are located opposite?" "This is the last man." "If you are a man, then this is humanity." "You better get dressed." Winston began to dress with a slow, rigid movements. It was felt that now is not noticed how thin and weak. Only one thought he motala per head: that should be here for a long time, as he thought. Then he suddenly when their miserable rags of clothing, emotion overcame a failed mercy to their own bodies. Before he realized what he was doing, he collapsed to the low pručko, who was standing next the bed and burst into tears by the. He was aware of its ugliness, not attractive, lots of bones and dirty laundry, sitting and weeping in the harsh white light, but he could not stop. O'Brien was almost kind to him lay his hand on her shoulder. "This will not last forever," he said. "This may ubežiš whenever you want." "Everything depends on you." "You do it," he smrkal Winston. "You put me in this situation." "This is one in which you agreed to when you put a lot of edge." "All this was already covered in the first act." "Nothing you do not happen, so I would not be anticipated." Paused and then continued: "We beat you, Winston." "We have broken this." "I saw you, what is your body." "Your spirit is in the same state." "I do not believe in you left a lot of pride." "You were obrcan, prebičan and opsovan, tulil you from the pain, I rolled on the floor in his own blood and vomit." "Make a habit of crying for mercy, we issued everyone and everything." "Can one think of the humiliation that they shall not have happened?" Winston had stopped weeping, though he still ran from his eyes with tears. He looked up to O'Brien. "In July I published," he said. O'Brien looked at him thoughtfully. "No," he said, "No, this is true." "In July you are not issued." Strange tribute to O'Brien, who is apparently nothing could destroy, flooded Winston again heart. How intelligent, he thought, how intelligent he is! O'Brien has always managed to understand what you told him. Any other man in the world would immediately answer that Juliet is issued. For what did not get out of the torture of him? He told them everything he knew about it - its habits, its nature, its past, to the most trivial details, confessed all, as has happened in their meetings, all I said to her, he or she to him, črnoborzijanske their meals, their prešuštvovanje, their vague zarotništva against the Party - everything. But in the sense in which he used the word - is not issued. Has not ceased to love, his feelings for her remained the same. O'Brien had seen what I mean, that would need clarification. "Tell me," he said, "How soon will I shoot?" "Maybe after a long time," said O'Brien. "Tough as you are." "And not give up." "Everyone eventually heal." "In the end we'll shoot!" He was much better. With each passing day it became thicker and stronger, if it was appropriate to talk about dates. White light and sound brneči were such as always, but the cell was a little more comfortable than others, in which it was. On the wooden bunk bed is mattress and pillow and Feeding chairs for seating. The bath and allow it to be is often in the tin wash basin. They gave him hot water even for washing. They gave him new clothes and clean overalls. Anointed him his varicose ulcer with soothing ointment. It remains pulled teeth and gave him new dentures. Certainly have passed for several weeks or months. Now it would be possible to count the passage of time, he would feel the need because they have retained, as has been seen at regular intervals. Was entitled to it, as judged, three meals a twenty-four hours, sometimes it was vaguely wondered if they receive during the day or night. The food was surprisingly good, with meat at every third meal. Once he got the whole pack of cigarettes. He had no matches, but never speaking guard who brought him food, gave him the fire. When you try smoking for the first time, he became ill, but spared the chest and the guard time, smoking half a cigarette after each meal. They gave him a white plate and a piece of slate pencil, which was attached to the corner. At first it did not apply. Even when he was awake, he was completely apatičen. Often he lay almost motionless from one meal to the next, sometimes sleeping, sometimes awake in vague reverie, which was too much hardship that would open his eyes. Long accustomed to sleep with a bright light on the face. It seemed to him that there is no difference in that only dreams have been more concise. Much has been dreaming about all the time and dream was always happy. He was in the Golden Land, or sat in the huge, magnificent, the sun shined rubble, with mother, with Julia, with O'Brien - not doing anything that would, but it just sat in the sun and talk about peaceful things . If so, when he was awake, I thought mostly about dreams. It seemed to him that he had lost the power of intellectual effort, now that this is no longer the whipping pain. Not be bored, felt no desire for conversation or entertainment. That he was just himself, that he just did not beat or interrogated, that only had enough to eat and the detergent was everywhere, it is perfectly sufficient. Gradually it began to bore less time sleeping, but still did not feel inclined to get out of bed. It cares only that it lies in peace and to hear how it can accumulate in the body. Here and there the potipal and tried to make sure that not only the illusion that his muscles are becoming each day more round and more toned skin. Then, at first reluctantly, began to exercise regularly. In short it can walk three miles, which is assessed to the pace of cell delineation and his stooped shoulders are becoming more upright. He undertook the difficult work, and already he was surprised and humbled when he discovered some things can not be done. It can only walk, he could not keep stools in the stretched hand, he could not stand on one leg, not to be overturned. Počepnil the fifth and discovered that it might be painful deaths in the thighs and calves raised in a standing position. The flat lay down on his belly and tried to raise his weight with his hands. It was hopeless even to centimeter could not be lifted. But in a few short days - for a few more meals - also performed a heroic act. The time has come when this can be done six times in a row. Become quite proud of my body and started to grow continuously faith that the face becomes normal. Only when he accidentally put his hand on bald head, reminded razbrazdanega, Dejan face, which looked in the mirror. His mind became active. He sat on a bunk bed, with his back against the wall and the plate on his knees, and began deliberately exercising their own re-education. Has capitulated, it is agreed. In fact, he saw now, was ready to capitulate long before that, when applied to the decision. From the moment the Ministry was in love - yes, even in those minutes when the in Juliet stood helpless while the voice they speak from the screen what to do - is realized emptiness of his attempt to resist the authority of the Party . Now he knew that the Thought Police by seven years, watched as a bug under a magnifying glass. There was no act was loudly spoken word, which has not been observed, no current of thought that it would not be able to assume. Even whitish speck of dust on the cover of his book were again carefully installed. Go round it sound recordings, photographs show him. Some of them were photographs of Juliet and her. Yes, even ... He could not longer fight against the Party. In addition, a lot also. This must be: how could interfere with the immortal collective brain? With some external criteria to be able to check their judgments? Mental health has been statistically. It was just a question of how to learn to think as they think. Just - A pencil between his fingers seemed to him thick and cumbersome. He began to record the thoughts that came to mind him. First, the large, clumsy letters he wrote: "Freedom is slavery ' Then below that almost without delay, he wrote: "Two and two is five" But then it is something suspended. It seemed to him that his mind can not focus, as before something could be hiding. He knew that he knows what comes after that, but for a moment he could not come up. When he remembered, it was only after a conscious consideration of what should be, is not it there by itself. He wrote: "God is power" He agreed to everything. The past is changing. The past has never been changed. Oceania is at war with Eastazijo. Oceania has always been at war with Eastazijo. Jones, Aaronson and Rutherford were guilty of crimes, which have been found guilty. He never saw the photos, which challenged their fault. Never existed, he came up with you. Remembered that he remembered the opposite things, but those were false memories, products samoprevare. How can it be anything! Only you should surrender, and everything else that followed. It's like swimming against the stream, which throws back this if it is still so hard fight, but then decide to turn and swim with the flow, rather than oppose him. Nothing has changed except your point of view, pre-determined thing happens in every case. He could barely even know why he ever resisted. Everything was so easy, except -! All may be true. The so-called laws of nature are nonsense. The law of gravity was nonsense. "If I wanted," said O'Brien, "to swim with the soil as a bubble." Winston is processed. "If he thinks that the years from the floor and at the same time if I think I may see it, then the thing happened." Suddenly, as a piece of submerged debris, which breaks the water surface, it is out of the head thought: "That does not really happen." "Imagine." "This is a hallucination." As soon as it was suppressed. Error was obvious. Is it possible that somewhere, beyond man, "real" world, where it is happening "real" things. But how could such a world? How do we know anything except by what is in the mind? Everything is going on in the mind. As happens in all consciousness, is indeed the case. He was not hard to get rid of the error and was not in danger of her villains. However, despite knowing that he would not never have come to mind. The reason must be the outcome a blind spot whenever a dangerous thought približaš. The process should be automatic, instinctive. Kriminalstop was called in Newspeak. He undertook to kriminalstopu vežbanja. It was not easy. Were needed to conclude high ability and improvisation. Arithmetic problems, for example, by causing the claim as "two and two is five", with no reason could not comprehend. To do that you should have developed some sporting spirit, the ability to receive more tankoumno use logic, then most are not aware of serious logical errors. Rats was also necessary as intelligence, and also difficult to see it was obtained. All this time, however, with one part of the brain wondered how soon it would be shot. "Everything depends on you," O'Brien told him, but he knew that no conscious act by which you would be close to death. May befall him in ten minutes or ten years. You can keep for years in solitary confinement and may be sent to a forced labor camp and may be omitted for some time, as they sometimes do. However, it was also quite possible that it will before shooting all the drama of his arrest and questioning again. Surely it was only that death is not never come in the expected time. Tradition - Tradition never spoken - did you know that somehow, even though you never hear talk about it - she wanted to get shot from behind, always in the back of the head, without warning, while Korakas down the hall from one cell to another. One day - but "someday" was not a real word, just maybe it was the middle of the night: once - it was sunk in a strange, blissful daydream. He walked down the hallway and waited for the ball. He knew that the next moment will come. Everything was organized, aligned, killed. There was no more doubts, no more proof, no more pain, no more fear. His body was healthy and well. He walked easily, with a passion for movement and feeling to walk in the sun. Was no longer in the narrow, white corridors of the Ministry of love, he was on a giant solar road kilometers wide, and it appeared that after a walk in the delirium caused by drugs. He was in the Golden Land and the road over the old ubiral from rabbit grazed grassland. You can feel the low spring beneath the feet of sod and sun on your face soap. On the edge of the field were elms, which may valovali and somewhere behind the stream, where the green pools under the willows lay ducks. Suddenly he was startled, so shocked by the horror. Sweat it hit the spine. Heard a loud shout was: "Juliet!" "Juliet!" "In July, my love!" "Juliet!" For the moment, completely taken over by the illusion of her presence. It seemed to him that it is only next to him, but in himself. It was as if it penetrated through his skin tissue. At this time, he loved a lot more than you ever loved when they were still together and free. He also knew that somewhere still alive and needs his help. He went back to bed and tried to calm down. What did he do? How old is navrgel slavery to its weakness this time? The next moment the sound of boots was heard outside. Such an outbreak can not be left unpunished. Now they know if they did not know before, that broke the agreement, which he did with them. Pokoraval is a game, but hated by the still. In earlier times, he hid his heretic spirit of conformism appearance. It has now withdrawn the next step: in the spirit of the break, but he hoped to keep the interior intact heart. He knew that is wrong, and it was preferred not to have it. They will understand this will be understood O'Brien. All this has confessed to this single, silly cry. He will try again. This may take years. The arm went across his face and tried to learn his new image. On his cheeks were deep furrows, cheek felt were harsh, the nose flattened. Moreover him since he last saw in the mirror, gave a new set of teeth. It was not easy to remain incomprehensible if you did not know what your face looks. However, it was not enough to have control over the features. For the first time he realized that you have a secret, if you want to keep for themselves, and hide from themselves. All the time you need to know that here, but as long as is necessary, you can not ever allow you to develop in consciousness, in whatever form that can be appointed. From now on, must not only think right; feel the right, to dream properly. And must always keep his hatred locked up inside, as gnojno Bull, which is part of it, but is not connected with his second nature, like a cyst. One day they decided to shoot. You could not say when this will happen, but a few seconds before you can guess. Was always from behind, while walking down the hall. Ten seconds will be enough. In the meantime, the world will turn around in it. Suddenly - without the spoken word without being stopped by step, without altering the move on the face - will suddenly end and penk hiding! it will cause the battery of his hatred. Hatred will be filled by a huge roaring fire. And almost simultaneously penk! ball will come too late or too early. It will blow your brain to pieces before they could be tamed. Heretic thought to impunity, neskesana, they will forever elusive. They shot a hole in its own perfection. Go to the hatred towards them, that is freedom. He closed his eyes. That it was more difficult than to accept the rational discipline. This question has been downgrading, self-mutilation. He had plunged into the most filthy dirt. What is najstrahotnejša, the most disgusting thing of all? He thought of Big Brother. It seemed that the giant face (because he is constantly seeing the posters, it is always represented by a meter wide) with a heavy black mustache and eyes that follow you back and forth from himself swam in his mind. What are his true feelings for Big Brother? The corridor is hard zatopotali boots. Steel doors have been opened to fly. O'Brien walked into the cell. Behind him were officers with the wax face and black uniformed guards. "Get up," said O'Brien. "Come here." Winston came before it. O'Brien took Winston shoulders between his strong hands and looked at him closely. "I think you deceive me," he said. "That was stupid." "Stand up straight more." "See me in the face." Paused and resumed with a lighter tone: "Shaping up." 'Rational to you is very little wrong. " "The only thing you can not emotionally able to move forward." "Tell me, Winston - and remember, no lies, you know that I can always detect a lie - tell me, what are your real feelings for Big Brother?" "I hate him." "You hate him." "Good." "Then it came time to step back napraviš." "You must love Big Brother." "It is not enough that he conquered, you have to love him." Winston let off with a gentle thrust against the guards. "Room 101," he said. At each stage of its jetništva knew, or at least he seemed to know where the building is windowless. Probably it was felt slight differences in air pressure. Cell, where guards beat him, they were underground. Room, where he was questioned O'Brien, was somewhere near the high roof. This place was many feet below ground, as deep as it can go. She was larger than most cells, in which it was. But the neighborhood is hardly observed. All he saw were two end table directly in front of him, both covered with green suknom. One was only a meter or two from him, the other was further away, near the door. He was strapped upright with straps on the seat so firmly that he could not move anything, even the head Sun Some kind of wedge he clung to his head from behind and pushed him that he looked straight ahead. For a moment he was alone, then the door opened and O'Brien entered. "You once asked me," said O'Brien, 'what's in a room one hundred and first " "I told you that already know the answer." "Everyone knows him." "What is in Room 101, the worst thing in the world." The door opened again. He entered the guard, who wore the subject of wire, a kind of box or basket. He put it in a more distant table. Due to the position in which O'Brien was standing, Winston could not see what is the thing. "The worst thing in the world," O'Brien said, "is for anyone a little different." "It could be the burial alive, or death by fire, death by drowning, death by you experience, if they put it on a pole, or fifty other deaths." "There are cases where it is quite trivial thing, even fatal to do." Moved slightly to the side, so that Winston saw that thing better on the table. It was a rectangular wire cage with a handle for portability at the top. Front was attached to something that was seen as a fencing mask, with the outside vzboklo page. Although it was three or four feet away from him, he could see that the cage is divided lengthwise into two sections and that in any kind of animal. They were rats. "In your case," said O'Brien, "the worst thing to happen to the world in the rat." Some kind of deterrent terror, fear of who knows how is spreletela Winston as soon as he saw the cage. This moment, he suddenly realized the importance of similar masks on its front page. It seemed to him that he managed entries. "You can not do!" He shouted in a high, cracked voice. "That's impossible!" "Remember," said O'Brien, 'the moment of panic, that this is usually celebrated in a dream? " "Before you is a wall topics, in your ears a roaring sound." "Something terrible has been on the other side of the wall." "You knew that you know what's what, but you did not dare to bring a day." "That, on the other side of the wall were rats." "O'Brien!" Said Winston, prizadevajoč you manage voice. "You know, this is not necessary." "What would you like to do?" O'Brien did not give a direct answer. When he spoke, it was at that šomoštrski a way that it is sometimes imitated spakljivo. Gazed thoughtfully into the distance, as if turned to the audience somewhere behind Winston. "The pain of itself," he said, "is not always enough." "There are occasions when a man is placed along the edge of pain, even to the border of death." "But everyone has something intolerable - something that can not even imagine." "This is not for the courage and cowardice." "If dropping from a height, not cowardice grab the rope." "If vznikaš water from the deep, you can not cowardly to fill your lungs with air." "This is just instinct, that it is impossible to resist." "It is with rats." "Thee rats unbearable." "They are a form of pressure that he can not resist, even if he wanted." "Make you, what will be required from you." "But what is it?" "How can I make if I do not know what is it?" O'Brien lifted the cage and brought it to the nearest table. Carefully placed her in a green cloth. Winston could hear how his blood noises in the ears. He had the feeling to sit in perfect solitude. He was the middle of a large empty plain, flat desert, flooded with sunlight, across which they swam up to him all the votes from enormous distances. But it was neither a cage two feet from him. Rat were huge. Have reached an age when the rat becomes a gun muzzle and a wild, hair is brown instead of gray. "Rat," O'Brien said, still pointing to the invisible audience, "falls through to the rodent is a carnivorous animal." "You know that." "You hear about things that are happening in the poor quarters of this city." "In some streets, the women for five minutes or do not dare to leave a child alone in the house." "Rats are definitely against it." "In just a short time they harvested to the bone." "Attacking the sick and dying people." "With amazing intelligence recognize when a human being is helpless." From the cage was heard squealing. Winston seemed to reach him from a great distance. Rats are fighting, they try to come to each other through the barrier. He heard a deep sigh of despair. Even for this it seemed to come from outside. O'Brien lifted the cage and pressed something in it. Sharp is klenknilo. Winston is furiously trying to distract from his chair. It is hopeless: every part of the body, even his head, his grip is motionless. O'Brien moved the cage nearer. She was less than a meter from Winston's face. "I pressed the first lever, 'said O'Brien. "We understand the construction of cages." "The mask will do to your head without a slot anywhere left to exit." "When I pressed the other lever, the cage door slid up." "Starving beasts will run out like a ball." "Have you ever seen a rat, how is propelled through the air?" "They will jump in his face and stared straight at him." 'Sometimes the eyes first attack. " "Sometimes the faces are moved through the tongue and swallow." The cage was nearer, retreated to the ever closer. Winston is a series of piercing screams heard and he seemed to come from the air over his head. But he fought furiously against panic. Think, think, even if it is indeed only a brief second - think that was the only hope. Suddenly he was hit in the nose smelly, smell zatohli monsters. All inside him shrink from the wild and almost disgust would lose consciousness. Everything became black. For a moment he was insane, squeaky animal. However, he returned from the blackness, Clinging to the thought. She was the one and only one way to resolve. Giving the other person, body of another human being, between himself and the rats. Oval mask he was now close enough to everything else off. Wired door were two inches from his face. Rats know what comes now. One of them is bouncing up and down, the other old, worn veteran of channels, and stood upright, with pink paws, and wild at zapahu ovohavala air. Winston could see its whiskers and yellow teeth. Again he was seized by panic black. He was blind, helpless, unconscious. "This was a common punishment in the Chinese empire," said O'Brien as didactically as soon as possible. The mask he had to face closure. Wire ogrebla his cheeks. And then - no, it was not relief, only hope that little speck of hope. Too late, perhaps too late. But suddenly he understood that the world is only one man, to whom the delegate penalty - one body that can be pushed midst and rats. And poblaznelo the tulil, again and again: "Make this Juliet!" "Make this Juliet!" "Not me!" "Juliet!" "I do not care what it do!" "Raztrgajte her face, oberite it to the bone!" "Not me!" "Julia!" "Not me!" Fell back, the huge depth, away from the rats. Even the straps were tied to a chair, but it fell through the floor through the walls of buildings, through the oceans through the atmosphere, in onstranski world, the gaps between the stars - always away, away, away from the rats. He was light years away, but it was O'Brien was still standing on the side. I still felt the cold touch of the ground wire. A theme through which it is surrounded, he heard another metallic jingle, and knowing that the cage door closed žvenketaje but not opened. Under the chestnut was virtually empty. The silver lining is shining through the window and the yellow dust from entering the desk top. It was the fifteenth time lonely. Tin cingljala music with telekranov. Winston sat in his usual corner, gazing into the empty jar. Sometimes he looked up and bending a giant face that it was looking at the opposite wall. "Big Brother is watching you," the inscription of the rules. The waiter arrived without authority, and filled the empty glass with ginom victory and injected him a few drops from another bottle stopper in the middle of the tube. This was saccharin, with fragrant carnation žbicami, specialty cafes. Winston picked listened. Currently, it only came from the music, but it is possible that I will now present a special report came from the Ministry of Peace. News from the African front was very exciting. Here and there this is by all day care. Eurasian army (Oceania was at war with Eurasia, Oceania has always been at war with Eurasia) has retreated south with terrible rapidity. Midday reports have not stated exactly where the battles, but it is unlikely that the Army has already reached the mouth of the Congo. Brazzaville and Leopoldville were in danger. You did not have to look at the map, you see what that means. It was not just a question of loss of central Africa, the first time throughout the war itself was threatened territory of Oceania. Wild emotion, not really scared, but kind of vague excitement, it is vzkipelo and then easing. He stopped to think about the war. Those days could not ever keep in mind one thing for more than a few moments at a time. He raised his glass and emptied it on dušek. Cloves and saccharin, which was in itself sufficient priskutno could not conceal sluggish oily smell, the worst was that it was the smell of gin, who lived with him day and night in his memory associated with complicated the smell of those - Never did not name, nor in thought not, and as far as possible, you have never painted in the spirit. They were something that was only half conscious of what he blizu floating face, the smell, which hung at his nostrils. Once the gin rose in him, the purple rignil through your mouth. Pounds has since was released and gained a former paint - in fact, more than gained. Features of the face had more fat, the skin on the nose and cheekbones was coarsely red, even bald skull was dark pink. Waiter, which again did not have to call on, is a chessboard and the current edition of the newspaper, moved to the side of the chess problem. Then when he noticed that the glass Winston empty bottle of gin was brought and filled. He did not need to order. Known are his habits. Checkerboard it is always waiting in the corner table was always saved, even when the restaurant was full, it was myself, because there was no one by that, that would be seen sitting too close to him. Also, by counting the glasses did not make any trouble you. At irregular intervals by the dirty piece of note paper, which was, they said, the account, but he had the impression that he was still too charged. And would not be any difference, so it would be wrong. Now it's always had a lot of money. He had the whole job, sinecure, better paid, as was his previous job. Music on the telescreen paused and changed by the vote. Winston raised his head to listen. However, no reports were from the front. It was only a short notice from the Ministry of affluence. In the past quarter was the tenth three-year plan to braid obviously quota exceeded eight percent. Studied the chess problem and set pieces. The ending was complicated and had to be solved with two tekačema. "White to move and mate in two moves." Winston looked at the portrait of Big Brother. White always matira, he thought with a sort of mystical feeling unclear. Always, without exception, is arranged. In no chess problem since the entry into the world, has never won black. Do not symbolize the eternal, unchanging victory of good over evil? Huge back his face look, full of quiet strength. White always matira. The voice of the telescreen paused and added with a different, much more serious prizvokom: "Please note that you wait for the important notice at fifteen and thirty." "Fifteen thirty!" "These are extremely important news." "Do not miss them." "Fifteen thirty!" Again, the Listed cingljajoča music. Winston has touched their hearts. These are reports from the front, drive it says that the bad news. All day it is the smaller jolts of excitement the idea of a disastrous defeat in Africa and came slipping out of consciousness. He seemed to really see the Eurasian army, which never worked by crawling across the border and, as a column of ants in the tip of the Africa Channel. Why not be how to refuse? The contours of the West African coast stood him strongly in his mind. He raised his white runner and can move across the chess board. There is a real city. Even while he saw the black horde, which is racing toward the south, he saw another, secretly gathered a force that is suddenly protective of their break četi and link them to the sea and on land. He felt the desire to create this force. But it was necessary to act quickly. If you get control over all of Africa, where filled air and submarine base on the Cape, this presekalo Oceania in two. This could mean everything: black, evil, re-division of the world, the collapse of the Party! A deep sigh. An unusual mix of feelings - in fact this was not a mixture, a layer sequence of feelings before, where you can not tell which is the bottom layer - was fought in it. Cramp is gone. Put a white runner in place, but for a moment, he has not given a serious examination of chess problem. Thoughts stray back to him. Almost unconsciously he wrote with his finger the dust on the table: "2 +2 = 5" "They can not penetrate you," she said. Can penetrate you. "What happens here is for ever," said O'Brien. That was the word. There are things that your own actions, after which you never opomoreš. Something in your chest is murdered, izžgano, izjedkano. I saw it, even talking with her. There was no danger in it. Than by instinct he knew that it's not interested in doing anything. Domain could be re-encounter with her, he would either of them wanted to. In fact, they met by chance. It was in the Park, an annoying, cold day in March, when the earth was like iron and all the grass seemed dead and there was no navel anywhere, except for a few spring Saffron, who hustled his way through the earth and they shave wind. Hurried, with cold hands and eyes zasolzenimi when he saw her nearly ten meters away. Immediately struck by the thought that it was difficult to identify in some way changed. Nearly walked past each other without a greeting, then turned and followed her, not very sore. He knew that there is no risk, no one will be interested. Not discussed. Turned the page over the grass as it tried to get rid of, but then seemed to be resigned to the fact that he has at hand. Now they were in the middle of the bush without leaves ogoljenega, which was useless because they do not hide could not not protect against the wind. They stopped. It was annoying cold. The wind whistled through the branches and pick rare saffron, which looked dirty. Put a hand around the waist. There was no telescreen, but should be hidden microphones, in addition, they must be seen. It did not matter, nothing did not matter. You could settle down on the floor and do that if you wanted. Meat zmrzovalo his horror at the thought of that. In no way did not respond to the embrace of his hand, still has not tried to break free. The change was the fact that his band was a wider and a bit strange petrified. He remembered how once after the explosion rocket bombs helped pull the body from the rubble and Certain it is stunned, not only its weight, but also the rigidity and stiffness, which worked more like stone than flesh. That was feeling her body. There it is thought that her skin tissue was quite different than it was before. Not trying to kiss her, nor were they discussed. When they went back through the door, he looked straight for the first time. It was a quick glance, full of contempt and resistance. He wondered whether this resistance comes only from the past or is it inspired by his puffy face and tears to him by the wind from my eyes constantly iztiskal. They sat down on an iron chair, side by side, but not too close together. He saw that I will speak. She moved her clumsy shoe a few inches and the deliberate crushing point. It seems that even her legs became more widely noticed. "I betrayed," he said frankly. "I betrayed you," he said. Grazed by the glance of a new, full resistance. "Sometimes," she said, "are threatened with something - something which can not pass on what you can not even imagine." "And then you say." Do not Make the menu, do that to someone else, make temuintemu. "" "And perhaps we can then pretend that it was only a trick and that you said only to be stopped and you're not really thinking." "But this is not true." "Then, when that happens, you think really." "Do you think that there is no other way to save, and you completely prepared to solve the case." "You want that to happen to that other man." "Damn little you care what others suffer." "The only thing you care, you are alone." "The only thing you care, you are alone," he echoed. "And after that do not feel more of the same to other men." "No," he said, "no longer feel the same." It seemed that there is nothing to say. Wind thin glue them to the body overalls. Almost immediately they became annoying to sit there in silence, in addition, it was too cold to be able to remain at peace. She said something about a train that has to catch him, and got up to go. "We shall meet again," he said. "Yes," she said, "we shall meet again." Weak for some time it has followed, a half step behind her. No longer speak. He did not seek to get rid of it actually, a walk is just fast enough to prevent that would be left alongside it. He decided that it matched up to the metro station, but suddenly he is pursuing in the cold seemed pointless and unbearable. It took all desire, not so much that it disappeared in July, but returned to the cafe under the chestnut, which he has yet never seemed so attractive as that moment. Koprneč pictured in the corner of his desk, with newspapers and the chessboard and the current ginom forever. Above all, there will be hot. In the next moment is not completely random, let them be separated a small cluster of people. Lukewarm tried to catch it, but then he paused, turned around and went in the opposite direction. When he walked fifty meters, he looked. The road was full, but already he could no longer distinguishable. Any of a dozen figures were rushing to her. Maybe it reared and stiffened the rear body was no longer recognizable. "Then, when this is happening," he said, was "really think." He really thought. Not only said he wanted. He wanted to her and not him handed over to those - Something has changed in the music, which is žvenketala from the screen. Cracked and ironic note, the yellow note is udrla it. And then - perhaps it did not happen, perhaps it was only a memory, triggered by the similarity of sound - has a voice singing: Tears welled in her eyes. Passers-waiter noticed that his glass is empty, and returned with a bottle of gin. He raised his glass and povohal. Liquor has become not less but more horrible with every požirkom by the drink. But this has become an element in which it swam. This was his life, his death and his resurrection. It is gin with every night sank in the obfuscation, and it has revitalized the gin to each morning. When he woke up, rarely ever before eleven o'clock, with gummed ging lids and mouth and the back, which he seemed all broken, it would be impossible to even get up from a horizontal position, if it were not gin bottles and cups, which are is set for the night next to the bed. Hours are noon to osteklenelim sat face with a bottle in hand and listening to the telescreen. Of the fifteen to an hour, when the closure, the inventory was under the chestnut bars. There was no more thought to what it does, no it can not ping woke up, picked by no more reminding. On occasions, perhaps twice a week, he went to the dusty, lost office at the Ministry of Truth, and do a little work, or what was called work. He was assigned to the Subcommittee Subcommittee vzbrstelem from one of the myriad of committees which deal with minor problems in the compilation of eleven emerging issue Newspeak dictionary. They engaged in the manufacture of what has been termed the interim report, but what was that, having been reported, it is never definitively discovered. Some had to do with the question of whether the point is to ask outside or inside the brackets. Of Committee were four others, people like him. There were days when they meet and then immediately broke again, openly acknowledging each other that they have nothing to do. But they were other days when they almost run started work, uprizarjajoč glorious picture of the exploitation of every minute, when they conceived the long notes, which were never completed - when the evidence, which allegedly shaking, has become extremely complex and dark, when they were vaccinated in the definitions of the hair, going into great deviations from the substances and fights - even threats were heard on a higher authority prizivu. And then they suddenly left the life and sit around the tables are the extinguished eyes stared at each other like ghosts, which die when the rooster crows. Telescreen paused for a moment. Winston raised his head again. Report! But no, only music Sat rotate. For lids, he had a map of Africa. Movements of armies, the chart showed: Black Arrow is vertically parallel to the continent to the south, the white arrow horizontally eastward, across the tail black. As for calming her face looked incomprehensible to the portrait. You can imagine that no other arrows? His interest has faded again. Drink is another sip of gin, white runner up and made a trial move. Check. But this is obviously not a real move, because - Memory is an unauthorized swam in his mind. He saw the candle lit room with expansive white pogrnjeno bed and himself, a boy of nine or ten years, sitting on the floor and laughing and shaking vzradoščeno box with cubes. His mother sat opposite him and also laughing. This was to be a month before, when she disappeared. It was a moment of reconciliation, when famine was an irritant in the stomach and buried his feelings for her liquid pre temporarily revived. Well he remembered that day, the rain was casted and all overwhelmed, water flowed over the window and the light within šipah was premedla that would be deduced. Bored two children in a dark, cramped room became unbearable. Winston and sulking crybaby, vain food pohajal the room, was all things to their jobs and kicked in the sidings until the neighbors pobutali the wall, while the younger children cry without stopping. Finally, his mother said, "Now be a good and I'll buy a toy." "Good toy - like they will," and then went out in the rain, near a small trade-merchandisers, which was rarely open yet, and returned with a cardboard box in which the equipment was for the game Snakes and scales. I still remember the smell of wet cardboard. The equipment was a downer. Plate was broken and a small wood blocks were carved so badly that they barely stand on the sides. Winston looked at the thing sulkily and without interest. But then the mother turned on a piece of candle and sat down at the floor to play. Soon it was a very good mood and laughing vriskal when the buttons are promising ladder and then spilling back over again, snakes, almost to the point. Have played eight games each, after four wins. His sister, too young to understand what is involved in the game, sat, rests on a pillow, and laugh because they laugh at others. Even in the afternoon they were back together happy as regulated in its infancy. Pushed the image from memory. It was a false memory. On occasions, tortured by false memories. Were not important until you know what Sat Some things have occurred, some are not. He turned back to the chessboard and white runner up again. Almost at the same time it fell to the cacophony on the board. Flinched as the needle is stuck into it. Sharp is a trumpet call preparal air. This was the report! Victory! It always meant victory when the preface to the report thundered trumpet. She is a kind of electrified flew all the cafe. Even the waiters, they stood and stretched ears. Trumpet the release formidable noise. Even with the screen zakrakal excited voice, but has not started well when flooded by roaring shouting from outside. The news has spread like magic on the roads. Can be heard just enough of what is broadcast picked up that he realized that it all happened so, as anticipated, a giant, rose from the sea, the Army has secretly collected the sudden blow to the enemy in the back, white arrow that runs across tail first. Fragments of triumphant phrases the way through the din: "A comprehensive strategic maneuver - the perfect co-ordination - an extreme mix - half a million prisoners - complete demoralization - control over all of Africa - this war will result in a timely manner to the end - victory - greatest victory in human history - victory, victory, victory! " Winston legs under the table, moving spasmodically. Not be moved from headquarters, but the spirit is running, fast running, he was with the crowd outside and shouted to oglušelosti. Again he looked at the portrait of Big Brother. Colossus, which has mounted the world! Cliff, at which the Asian hordes in vain boot! He thought how ten minutes before - yes, just ten minutes before - glodal doubt in his heart when he wondered whether the news from the front spoke of victory or defeat. Oh, was not only defeated Eurasian army! Much has changed in it from the first day in the Ministry of Love, a final, indispensable, healing change has occurred in it until that moment. The voice from the screen is still shaking story of prisoners, and massacre preys, yelling out, however, few died. The waiters are returning to work. One of them approached with a bottle of gin. Winston, who was sitting in a blessed dream, he did not devote any attention when he filled the glass. There is no longer running Sun cried. He was back in the Ministry of Love, all was forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was on a public dock, recognizing complicate everything and everyone. He walked the white coated hall with a sense that walking in the sun, and the armed stražnikom behind. The ball, at which time koprnel, he walked into the brain. He stared at the enormous face. Forty years it took to realize what a smile behind the dark mustache. O cruel, unnecessary misunderstanding! The Stubbornness, for which he was expelled through his own fault with the loving breast! Two of the tears ginom inked along his nose cannula. But it was right, everything was right, the struggle was finished. Izbojeval the battle over himself. He loved Big Brother. Newspeak was the official language of Oceania and they invented in order to satisfy the ideological needs Angsoca or English Socialism. In 1984 there was still nobody who used Newspeak as the only means of communication in speech or in writing. Leading newspaper articles were written in it, but it was tour de force, which may be exercised only by specialists. It was expected that Newspeak would definitively supersedes Starorek (or standard English, as we would say) until about 2050. Meanwhile, the continued strengthening and members of the game There are growing tend to use words and grammatical structures of Newspeak in everyday speech. Version, which has been in use since 1984, and which are embodied by the Ninth and Tenth Edition Newspeak dictionary, was the Provisional only because it contained many unnecessary words and archaic forms, which they intended to later suppressed. We are also interested in the final, perfected version, as it covered the eleventh edition dictionary. The purpose of Newspeak was not only those that supply a means for expressing the world view and mental habits that they had Angsoca supporters, but that disables all other ways of thinking. When the Newspeak was conquered once and for all, they will heretical thought - that is thought to be different from the principles Angsoca - literally but for the power to imagine, at least in so far as it depends on the idea of words. The glossary has been built to give the exact and often very tankoumen every sense of the term, which would be appropriate Party member like to express, while excluding all other meanings and also the possibility that they occurred is under the indirect method. This was achieved partly by the invention of new words, mostly, by eliminating undesirable words, and those who stayed, however, by deleting nepravovernih meanings, and, as far as possible, all secondary meanings at all. Take one example. It is not only for this was to eliminate highly heretic words, reduction of vocabulary was an end in itself, and any text that could be pogrešiti not been allowed to survive. Newspeak is not designed to spread, but narrowing the range of thought and for this purpose are indirectly served, choice of words when they shrink to the minimum. Newspeak is based on the English language as we know it today, but the English-speaking man of our days is difficult to understand many novoreške strike, even if they did not contain the newly created words. Newspeak vocabulary was divided into three clearly distinct classes, known as a dictionary, B vocabulary (also called the compound) and the C vocabulary. Easier to address each class separately, but the grammatical features of this language can speak in the section, which is devoted to a dictionary, because the same rules apply to all three categories. A dictionary. A vocabulary consisted of words which serve the needs of daily life - for such things as eat, drink, work, dress, climb and descend the stairs, drives, gardening, cooking and the like. It was almost only such words that we know - words like hit, run, dog, tree, sugar house, field - but compared to today's English language input their number was extremely small, their importance is much set more stringent. All ambiguities and shades of meaning precisely all were eliminated. To the extent possible, were the words of this class Newspeak just chopped off a sound that reflects a single clearly understood concept. Would be completely impossible to use a dictionary for literary purposes or for political or philosophical discussion. It is intended to be only the expression of simple, dedicated thoughts into words usually concrete objects or physical activity. Grammar Newspeak had two obvious features. The first was an almost complete interchangeability between the parts of speech. Every word in the language of power was used to form a verb, noun, adjective or adverb (in principle this applies also to the very abstract words such as where or when). When they had the same verb or a noun root, it was not any difference between them, and this rule has allowed the destruction of many archaic forms. Words to understand, for example, in Newspeak it was not. She was filled by the verb understand, led from noun sense. This did not hold the etymological principles: in some cases, has maintained a noun, a verb in others. Even if the noun and verb, which were related to importance, they were not etymologically connected, one or the other often suppressed. There was, for example, words such as cut, because its meaning is sufficiently covered nožiti word. Adjectives formed by adding the suffix - not a noun, and adverb by adding the suffix - no. Thus, for example, speed means "fast" speed and "watch". Some adjectives are today to keep it as good, strong, big, black, soft, but it was their total number is very modest. No specific needs were not for them, because almost every adjective meaning it could be inferred by adding the suffix - not a noun. In addition, it was possible - in principle this applies also to any words in the language - every word with the addition prepozicije denied - not, or enhanced by adding a plus - or for even greater emphasis, with dvoplus. Thus, for example, nemrzel mean "warm", while the mean dvoplusmrzel plusmrzel and "very cold" and "very cold". Maybe it was also, as in today's language, change the meaning of almost every word with prefixes such as pre-, post-, over-, under-and the like. Such methods could be enormously reduced vocabulary. If it was, say, a good word is available, there was no need for a bad term, since it required an almost equally well - indeed better - expressed nedober word. At least there are two words which consist of a natural pair with the opposite meaning of terms, it was only necessary to decide which to suppress. The term dark, for example, can replace or expression nesvetel netemen bright, depending on who has been put forward. Others express sign novoreške grammar was its regularity. Even the irregular verbs spregali as correct, thus the verb go spregal idem, IDES IDE idemo, decide to part, the idea of any irregular shape and exceptions have been abolished. Any escalation of adjectives have followed the rules of escalation from the face (eg, good, dobrejši, najdobrejši) while it was improper escalation with more adverbs, most have been removed. The only words of which were still permitted irregularities were pronouns, relative pronouns, auxiliary verbs and the like. All of these word classes are guided by ancient use, but some were canceled as unnecessary, while others prekrojene in accordance with the requirements for greater clarity, both the verb prihodnjik will be strengthened to be. Also forging new words, there were some irregularities, which resulted in the need for rapid and easy speech. The word that was difficult to pronounce whether it was correct to speak of power, is ipso facto considered to be bad word, occasionally there were, for the sake blagoglasja inserted in the extraordinary letter words, or has retained archaic form. However, this need has been felt especially in B dictionary. Why was attributed to ease of pronunciation so important, as will be explained later in this essay. B vocabulary. B vocabulary consisted of words that have been deliberately constructed for political purposes: words, therefore, that in any case had political implications, to top things off they were intended to establish the desired orientations of the people who use them. Without a full understanding of the principles Angsoca these words were difficult to use properly. In some cases, could be translated into Starorek or even into words taken from a dictionary, but this would require long descriptions, but still would mean a loss of some podtonov. B words were a kind of verbal shorthand, which is often a series of filler ideas in a few syllables, but it was more accurate and aggressive as a normal language. B words were in all cases compound. Glossary terms of B were obtained from two or more words or parts of words, welded together in an easily pronounceable form. The resulting amalgam could be used as a noun or verb, and is bent in accordance with normal rules. Consider one example: the word pravmisliti, which are roughly means "orthodox thinking." Its forms are: noun pravomislec, shareholder pravomisleč, pravomiseln adjective, adverb pravomiselno. B expressions were constructed Mon etymological principles. Words, from which they were drawn, may have been any word class, placed in any order and mutilated in any way that is easier to pronounce, they also suggest a conclusion. The words that you break (the criminal mind) was, for example, thought the word elsewhere, while the term miselpol (thought police) stood in first place, says police and lost the last two syllables. Due to major problems in ensuring blagoglasja were of irregular shape in B more frequent than the dictionary in a dictionary. For example, adjectival forms of expressions minimizes, Miniljub, Minitrue were minimirni, miniljubni but minireški because it might indicate miniresni to say that it is a little less severe. In principle, it was possible to bend the B word and all are bent exactly the same. Some of the B words had highly tankoumne meanings that have been a man, if not mastered the language as a whole, barely understandable. Think, for example, in such a typical sentence from the lead article in the newspaper, like this: Starmisleci neveročutijo Angsoc. Transfer in the shortest possible Starorek would like this: "Those whose views were formed before the Revolution, can not fully grasp the emotional principles of socialism England." But this is not an equivalent translation. First, should a man who would want to grasp the full meaning of that sentence in the Newspeak, a clear idea of what is meant by Angsocem. And then, just one who is thoroughly versed in Angsocu may be overstating veročutiti every verb, covering the blind landing enthusiastically pursued by the now hard to imagine, or starmisliti word that was inseparable from the idea zlohotnosti and decadence. But the special function of certain words novoreških and starmisliti fall among them was not so much express a meaning as to destroy the meaning. These few words are necessary to its importance stretching until not a single term covering a whole multitude of words that is because it is now sufficiently cover a single concise expression can be deleted and forgotten. Most problems novoreškega dictionary Elementary had the invention of new words, but by the fact that they once invented, sure, what they mean, is said to have checked what extent terms are repealed by its very existence. As we saw in the case of loose words, words that had once heretic meaning, here and there kept for the sake of convenience, but also to have been cleaned of all unwanted meanings. Countless other words such as honor, justice, morality, internationalism, democracy, science and religion is simply ceased to exist. Changed by a facade of words, and they have to replace them, they were also removed. All the words that were collected, for example, some concepts of freedom and equality, were incorporated into a single expression that you break, while the words were all collected around concepts of objectivity and rationalism, are covered by a single word starmisel. Greater precision could be dangerous. From member of the Party requesting the similar horizon as the old Hebrews, who knew that all other nations except for his worship "false" gods, without giving him anything more was known. He did not need to know that these gods called Baal, Osiris, Moloh, Ashtaroth, and the like, probably it was his orthodoxy for the better, the less he knew about them. He knew Jehovo and his commandments, he knew then that all gods with different names or other characteristics of false gods. In somewhat similar manner, the Party member knew what constitutes right behavior and severe vague and general outline is well known, what deviations from it are possible. His sexual life, for example, are controlled from two Newspeak words: sekskriminal (sexual nenravnost) and pravseks (virtue). Sekskriminal term covering all sexual transgressions. Cover is fornication, adultery, homosexuality and other perversion and sexual relationship even further, which is an end in itself. It may not be individually enumerate, because they were all equally sinful and punishable by the death principle. VC dictionary covering scientific and technical words, it would be possible to give specialized names of certain sexual deviation, but ordinary citizens do not need. No word in the dictionary B was ideologically neutral. Very much has been evfemizmov. Words such as veseljakamp (a forced labor camp) and minimizes (ministry of peace, this is the ministry of war) are represented almost exactly opposite of what seemed to mean. On the other hand, some words show openly and zaničevalno understanding the true nature of Oceania. An example is rajakrma, meaning worthless and counterfeit entertainment news, which sent a batch masses. Again, other words were ambiguous and were also the importance of "good" when they relate to the lobby, and "bad" when referred to the enemy. It is also a large number of words, which at first glance appeared to abbreviations and which draw their ideological color of the structure, not from interest. As far as this can be achieved, everything that had or might have political character of any kind has found its place in the B dictionary. The name of any organization, association, doctrine, law, institutions or public buildings without exception was tailored for home design, that is, a synthesis into a single one can pronounceable word with a minimum number of bytes, which retained the original derivation. The Ministry of Truth is, for example, the Department of documentation, in which he was employed by Winston Smith, appointed Dokod, Department of Literature was called Knjižod, Telegramski Teleod section and so on. The aim of this was not just save time. Already in the early decades of twentieth century, the telegraph words and phrases is one of the characteristic features of political language; and was noticed to have to use abbreviations of this kind strive in the most totalitarian countries and totalitarian organizations. Examples are words such as Nazi, Gestapo, Comintern, inprecorr, Agitprop. At the beginning this practice was introduced almost instinctively, in Newspeak it was used with the conscious purpose. It was observed that in such mnemonic name narrows tankoumno change its meaning, as it cuts off most of associations that would otherwise be upheld. The words Communist International, for example, evoke the image consists of universal human brotherhood, red flags, barricades, Karl Marx and the Paris Commune. The word Comintern but only suggests a braided tight organization and a solid set doctrine. It refers to something almost as easily identifiable and a few with such a limited purpose as a chair or table. Comintern is a word that can give almost no thought, whereas Communist International syntagm, in which a man is forced to pomuditi for a brief moment. In the same way, the associations triggered by a word like Minitrue, fewer and more manageable than those who would call up by the Ministry of Truth. This usage is also matched the reductions, wherever possible, and to top things off almost exaggerated care to relieve the pronunciation of every word. In Newspeak it blagoglasje prevailed over all considerations, ignoring the importance of accuracy. Grammatical correctness sacrificed him whenever it seemed necessary. And it was so, because especially for political purposes have been severed necessary uncontested meanings of words, which had to be quick voice and mind of the speaker in the least attracted responses. Words from the B vocabulary even gained strength from the fact that we were almost all extremely similar. Almost invariably these words - pravmislec, minimizes, rajakrma, sekskriminal, Angsoc, veročut, miselpol and countless others - consists only of a few syllables and the emphasis was equally distributed among the first and last syllable. The use of such words is amounted to incitement blebetav style of speech, which was also chopped off and monotonous. And that was the goal. The aim was to make the language, especially when the subject was not an ideological speech-neutral, as far as possible independent of consciousness. For the purposes of everyday life, it was clearly necessary, or at least sometimes necessary to think, before the man spoke, but a member of the Party, who had been called to declare a political or ethical effect, it should be able to launch the correct opinions as automatically as a machine gun bullets fired. This is prepared by training in the language had almost childishly easy instrument and the structure of words with their sharp sounds and a deliberate ugliness, which was consistent with the spirit Angsoca is still contribute to the process. A similar effect has also had to have been modest vocabulary. Although it was related to our Newspeak dictionary, was still very tiny, and inventing constantly have new ways to make it narrowed. In fact, the Newspeak of other languages differ in that its vocabulary grew smaller with each passing year and no more. Any reduction of the achievement, for less than the selection, the smaller the temptation of thinking. Finally, it was possible that articulated speech coming from the vocal cords without any participation in the higher brain centers. This objective has been openly recognized in novoreški gosgovor words, which means "jet as a goose. Like various other words in the dictionary B, was also an ambiguous term gosgovor. C Dictionary. C dictionary is a complement to the other two are completely made up only of scientific and technical terms. They remember the scientific terms in use today, and were constructed from the same roots, but it was as usual taken to ensure that they were strictly defined and cleansed of all undesirable meanings. Have acted in the same grammatical rules as the words from the other two dictionaries. It is a little C words were used in everyday speech or in political speeches. Any scientific worker or technician could find all the words on the list, dedicated to his profession, very few of them have been on other lists. Only a handful of words occurred in all the schedules and there was no dictionary, which would reflect the function of science as a spiritual practice or method of thinking, without looking around to specific industries. Actually, was not even a word for "science", as every meaning that could be covered with adequate words to express Angsoc. From further explanations will be seen that in Newspeak the expression of views nepravovernih except at very low levels, so to speak, it was not possible. It is possible to express opinion, of course, very crude type of heresies, blasphemy law. It should be said, for example, "Big Brother is nedober. But this argument is orthodox ear merely convey the self-evident absurdity, could not support a reasonable argument as to what such there was no necessary words. The ideas that were Angsocu enemy, it was possible to think only in vague, brezbesedni form, and named by only a very rough terms, which are associated and condemned whole groups of heresies without describe them in this. In fact, a man may need to nepravoverne Newspeak purposes only when the illegal translation of some words back in Starorek. For example: All humans are equal would be possible Newspeak sentence, but only in that sense, as a possible sentence in Staroreku All red-haired people. It was not a typo, but apparently reflected the untruth, that is, that all men are created equal size, heavy or strong. Concept of political equality no longer playing a secondary role and was in accordance with this purified from the same words. The man who would grow as the sole language of Newspeak, would know that the same word once had a secondary meaning of "political equality", or that the word free always meant 'intellectually free', as it is like a man who is not never heard of chess is not aware of the additional interest that you have the words queen and fortress. Many of the offenses were crimes and that they could not even commit, simply because they were anonymous, and therefore unthinkable. And it was envisaged that this would eventually become a marked feature of Newspeak more and more pronounced - because words would be less and less, their importance would be any more severe, the possibility of inappropriate use purposes, is always less. When the Starorek was exceeded once for all, the last link was broken with the past. History, although newly written, but the passages from literature, there are surviving and there, imperfectly censored, and while the man kept Staroreka knowledge, they can read. In the future, such fragments, even where there happen to be maintained, understood and untranslatable. It was impossible to translate any passage of Staroreka in Newspeak unless it is related to the technical process or a very simple everyday action, or was already orthodox tendencies (pravmiselni would be the Newspeak expression). In practice, this meant that it was not possible to fully translate any book that has occurred about a year before the 1960th Predrevolucijska literature was only subject to ideological translation - that is, changing both the semantic and linguistic context. Consider for example, known passage from the Declaration of Independence: We believe that these truths self-evident: that all men are created equal, that they gave their Creator certain inalienable rights, among them the right to life, liberty and aspirations for happiness. That each nation has it become detrimental to any form of rule to achieve these goals, the right to amend or abolish it and create a new rule ... Totally impossible it would be translated into Newspeak while and keep meaning given to the original. Moreover, it would be closest to man simply swallowed whole paragraph in a single word that you break. The complete version can only be an ideological translation, this would be Jeffersonove hymn word change in the absolute rule. In fact, a large part of the literature of the past already transformed. From prestige reasons, it is desirable to preserve the memory of certain historical figures, while their achievements into line with the philosophical line Angsoca. This translation has been slow and difficult issue and was not expected to be able to finish it before the first or second decade twenty-first century. Then there are the great multitude of useful literature - indispensable technical manuals and the like - which had to be treated equally. Mostly because that might make a thorough preliminary work required for the translation, thus the deadline for final implementation of Newspeak placed only in the year 2050th