Perhaps the Party was rotten under the surface, its cult of strenuousness and self-denial simply a sham concealing iniquity.
All people who work with their hands are party invisible, and the more important the work they do, the more invisible they are.
From the point of view of the Low, no historic change has ever meant much more than a change in the name of their masters.
If he were allowed to contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies.
Dickens seems to have succeeded in attacking everybody and antagonizing nobody.
I thought it idiotic that people fighting for their lives should have separate parties.
Orang mengorbankan diri mereka demi komunitas fragmentaris – bangsa, ras, keyakinan, kelas – dan baru menyadari bahwa mereka bukan individu ketika mereka disongsong peluru.
You could only rebel against it by secret disobedience or, at most, by isolated acts of violence such as killing somebody or blowing something up.
The other farmers sympathised in principle, but they did not at first give him much help. At heart, each of them was secretly wondering whether he could not somehow turn Jones’s misfortune to his own advantage.
What writers, artists, scientists and philosophers say today is indicative of future rather than current developments.
And the people under the sky were also very much the same – everywhere, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another’s existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same – people who had never learned to think but who were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world.
This edition is based on Orwell’s typescript of November 1948, amended according to his proof corrections and taking in a few readings that are deemed to be his from the American first edition.
Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What.
After all, that is what the merely casual onlooker always sees – the outward appearance, the non-functional, the surfaces of things. No one who is really involved in the landscape ever sees the landscape.
The economy of many countries was allowed to stagnate, land went out of cultivation, capital equipment was not added to, great blocks of the population were prevented from working and kept half alive by State charity.
He wondered, as he had many times wondered before, whether he himself was a lunatic. Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one. At one time it had been a sign of madness to believe that the earth goes round the sun; to-day, to believe that the past is inalterable. He might be alone in holding that belief, and if alone, then a lunatic.
By itself,” he said, “pain is not always enough. There are occasions when a human being will stand out against pain, even to the point of death. But for everyone there is something unendurable – something that cannot be contemplated.
Was life better before the Revolution than it is now?
Now that you’ve seen what I’m really like, can you still bear to look at me?
Goldstein and his heresies will live for ever. Every day, at every moment, they will be defeated, discredited, ridiculed, spat upon – and yet they will always survive.