"1984", by George Orwell
Part One, Chapter 1, pages 10-11:

"...For some time he sat gazing stupidly at the paper. The telescreen had changed over to strident military music...Suddenly he began writing in sheer panic, only imperfectly aware of what he was setting down. His small but childish handwriting straggled up and down the page, shedding first its capital letters and finally even its full stops:

   April 4th, 1984. Last night to the flicks. All war films. One very good one
   of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean.
   Audience much amused by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim
   away with a helicopter after him, first you saw him wallowing along in
   the water like a porpoise, then you saw him through the helicopters
   gunsights, then he was full of holes and the sea round him turned pink
   and he sank as suddenly as though the holes had let in the water,
   audience shouting with laughter when he sank. then you saw a lifeboat
   full of children with a helicopter hovering over it
. there was a
   middle-aged woman might have been a jewess sitting up in the bow with
   a little boy about three years old in her arms. little boy screaming with
and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to
   burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and
   comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time
   covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could
   among them terrific flash and the boat went all to matchwood. then there
   was a wonderful shot of a child’s arm going up up up right up into the air
   a helicopter with a camera in its nose must have followed it up and there
   was a lot of applause from the party seats but a woman down in the prole
   part of the house suddenly started kicking up a fuss and shouting they
   didnt oughter of showed it not in front of kids they didnt it aint right not
   in front of kids it aint until the police turned her turned her out i dont
   suppose anything happened to her nobody cares what the proles say
   typical prole reaction they never --

Winston stopped writing, partly because he was suffering from cramp. He did not know what had made him pour out this stream of rubbish..."

Many dead after USA strikes Somalia (looking for Al Qaeda). Reuters, Jan 9, 2007

How to create Africa's Afghanistan (White House taken over by some secret malign power). Spiked, Jan 10, 2007


1.Winston's Diary and 12.Minipax and 7.Systems and 28.Reality Control

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