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What was first done for the vehicle again is done for the home

Post by necromance » Thu, 27 Dec 2007 05:40:29



even
crossed his mind that she might be an agent of the Thought Police. That, it
was  true, was  very  unlikely.  Still, he  continued  to  feel a  peculiar
uneasiness,  which  had fear mixed up  in it as well as hostility, whenever
she was anywhere near him.
     The  other person was a man named O'Brien, a member of the Inner Party
and holder of some post so important and remote that Winston had only a dim
idea  of its nature. A momentary hush passed over the group of people round
the  chairs  as they  saw  the  black overalls  of  an  Inner Party  member
approaching. O'Brien was a large, burly man with a thick neck and a coarse,
humorous,  brutal face.  In spite  of his  formidable appearance  he had  a
certain charm of manner. He had a trick of resettling his spectacles on his
nose  which  was curiously disarming  -- in some indefinable way, curiously
civilized.  It  was a  gesture which,  if anyone had  still thought in such
terms,  might have  recalled  an eigh***th-century  nobleman offering  his
snuffbox.  Winston had seen O'Brien perhaps a dozen times in almost as many
years. He felt deeply drawn to him, and not solely because he was intrigued
by  the  contrast between  O'Brien's urbane  manner and his prize-fighter's
physique.  Much more it was because 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 sugges
 
 
 

What was first done for the vehicle again is done for the home

Post by Brent » Thu, 27 Dec 2007 02:55:03


commas should be placed inside brackets, or outside. There were four others
on  the committee,  all of them persons similar to himself. There were days
when they assembled and then promptly dispersed again, frankly admitting to
one  another that there  was not really anything to be done. But there were
other  days  when they settled down  to their work almost eagerly, making a
tremendous  show  of entering up  their minutes and drafting long memoranda
which  were never  finished  -- when  the  argument as  to  what they  were
supposedly  arguing  about grew extraordinarily involved and abstruse, with
subtle   haggling  over  definitions,  enormous  digressions,  quarrels  --
threats,  even,  to appeal to higher  authority. And then suddenly the life
would  go  out of them  and they  would sit round  the table looking at one
another with extinct eyes, like ghosts fading at***-crow.
     The telescreen was silent for a moment. Winston raised his head again.
The  bulletin! But no,  they were merely changing the music. He had the map
of  Africa behind his  eyelids. The movement of the armies was a diagram: a
black  arro
 
 
 

What was first done for the vehicle again is done for the home

Post by Eeyor » Thu, 27 Dec 2007 05:21:02


the other holding his cigarette.
     'You understand,' he said, 'that you will be fighting in the dark. You
will always be in the dark. You will receive orders and you will obey them,
without  knowing  why. Later  I shall send  you a book  from which you will
learn  the true nature of the society we live in, and the strategy by which
we  shall destroy it. When you have read the book, you will be full members
of  the Brotherhood.  But between the general aims that we are fighting for
and  the  immedi ate tasks  of the moment, you  will never know anything. I
tell  you  that the  Brotherhood exists,  but I cannot  tell you whether it
numbers a hundred members, or ten million. From your personal knowledge you
will never be able to say that it numbers even as many as a dozen. You will
have  three or four contacts, who will be renewed from time to time as they
disappear.  As this  was your first contact, it will be preserved. When you
receive  orders,  they will  come  from  me. If  we  find  it necessary  to
communicate  with you,  it will  be through  Martin. When  you are  finally
caught,  you will  confess. That  is unavoidable.  But you  will have  very
little  to  confess, other than  your own actions. You  will not be able to
betray  more  than a handful  of unimportant  people. Probably you will not
even  betray  me. By  that time  I may  be dead,  or I  shall have become a
different person, with a different face.'
     He  continued to move to and fro over the soft carpet. In spite of the
bulkiness  of  his body there  was a remarkable  grace in his movements. It
came  out even in  the gesture with which he thrust a hand into his pocket,
or  manipulated  a cigarette.  More  even  than  of  strength, he  gave  an
impression  of confidence  and of an understanding tinged by irony. However
much  in earnest  he might be, he had nothing of the single-mindedness that
belongs  to a  fanatic. When he spoke of ***, suicide, venereal disease,
amputated  limbs, and altered fa