Nineteen Eighty-Four

This is our land.

A land of peace and of plenty.

A land of harmony and hope.

This is our land.

Oceania.

These are our people.

The workers, the shivers...

the builders.

These are our people.

The builders of our world. ..

Struggling, fighting...

bleeding... dying.

On the streets of our cities

and on the far-flung battlefields...

fighting against the mutilation of our hopes and dreams.

Who are they?

Eurasia./ Eurasia./ Eurasia./

They are the dark armies.

The dark, murdering armies of Eurasia.

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In the barren deserts of Africa and India...

on the oceans of Australasia,

courage, strength and youth are sacrificed...

sacrificed to barbarians whose only honor is atrocity.

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But even as we grasp at victory,

there is a cancer, an evil tumor,

growing, spreading in our midst.

Shout. Shout!

Shout out his name!

Goldstein!

Goldstein!

Goldstein!

Goldstein!

Nothing the Party does is good.

Even the war itself isn't real.

The Party wants you to believe we are at war,

so as to channel your aggressions away from their rightful target,

the Party.

Big Brother is not real.

We are not at war with Eurasia.

Death! Death! Traitor!

Traitor!

Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

People of Oceania.

No! No!

B... B... B... B...

B... B... B... B...

Innuendo, deleted

Intransigence, rendered as crimethink.

Inversion...

Backday one...

Ref times, 14, 2, 84, page 3, byline 2, should read:

"Miniprod Forecasts Increase Chocolate Ration April 1984

from 20 to 25 Grams Per Week."

I confess to spreading the rumor,

on orders from Goldstein,

that the war is not really with Eurasia, but with Eastasia.

That, for years, in fact since the days of our glorious revolution,

I had no faith in our future.

I forged government announcements and falsified figures,

quoted for agricultural and...

As a result of mental disturbance

dating from my experiences during the atomic wars,

I was a willing subject of Goldstein is influence.

I was stubborn and egocentric.

When ownlife thoughts occurred to me, I reveled in them.

I went into the proletarian zones.

I had sex with prostitutes.

I deliberately contracted syphilis.

It was at this time that I made contact with the Resistance.

I was personally contacted by the arch-traitor, Goldstein,

and ordered to assassinate certain Inner Party officials.

Bugger!

This I did.

My agents forged documents and gained entry to the Ministry...

Thoughtcrime is death.

Thoughtcrime does not entail death.

Thoughtcrime is death.

I have committed, even before setting pen to paper,

the essential crime that contains all others in itself.

...encouraging my agents to deface Party posters

and hoarding announcements.

I read and memorized Golds rein is book.

For 30 years, I have plotted to bring down the Party.

I was sick in mind and body.

Together with my colleagues, Aaronson and Rutherford...

I did counterfeit important Party documents...

including ex-London permits and travel passes.

And that by use of these documents,

my agents traveled freely throughout Airstrip One,

encouraging insurrection and organizing a massive counterplot

to destroy the innermost faction of the Oceanian leadership.

Furthermore...

I used my position of privilege within the Inner Party

to pervert and betray the truth at all times

and to suggest, wherever possible,

that our traditional allies in Eastasia

were in fact, our deadly enemies.

April the 4th, 1.984.

I think...

I stole military plans,

and at vast financial profit, sold them to the Eurasian leadership.

...to the past...

or to the future...

to an age when thought is free...

from the age of Big Brother...

from the age of the Thought Police...

from a dead man...

greetings.

Thirty-to-forty group, take your places, please.

Right. Let's see which one of us can touch his toes.

Right over from the hips, brothers and sisters, please.

One, two.

- One, two. -

- One, two. One, two. -

Smith?

6-0-7-9, Smith, W.

Yes, you.

Bend lower.

You're not trying.

Watch me.

There, brother.

That's what I want.

Anyone under 45 is perfectly capable of touching his toes.

I'm 39 and I've had four children.

We don't all have the privilege of fighting in the front line.

Remember our boys on Malabar Front.

Just think what they have to put up with.

Production of water heaters is up 7.5% .

Switchgear, 4.5%.

Electrical wiring, 70%.

Cigarettes, 18%.

- Morning, Smith. - Parsons.

Resistors and capacitors, 4.5%.

Heard the rumor?

No. Good news, is it?

Oh, I should say so, yes.

Choco rations going up.

Really?

Twenty-five grams next week.

Doubleplus good, eh?

Speakwrites, 14%.

Vibra-aging castings, 9%.

By the way, Smith, I seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason.

Uh, you wouldn't happen to have any spare, would you?

I'm sorry, brother, I'm on the last one.

Bandages, 9%.

In 7983, Ocean/ark coal output reached 630 mil/ion tons.

In 1976, coal output was 605 million tons,

an increase of 4.1%.

5.3 million tractors were produced,

an increase of 17.6%.

I wanted to ask you if you've got any razor blades.

I've tried all over the place.

I've been using the same one for six weeks.

on.

...a staggering increase of 93.4%.

Did you see the prisoners hanged yesterday?

No, I was working. But I shall see it on the screens.

2.7 million carbine model 38s.

We'll pick up a gin on the way.

Um, I'll have two.

2.9 million Airstrip One mark five sub-machine guns.

3.1 million Grenville gas-operated light machine guns.

Give me a gin.

2.2 million 0.5 Victory recoil-operated heavy machine guns.

Six million rifle grenades.

Nine million Perry pineapple pin grenades.

And 1.4 million

lightweight spigot-launching anti-tank rocket projectors.

Food production is also up.

How's the Newspeak Committee?

Working overtime.

The plusbig wastage is in adjectives.

The plusbig problem is timing the language to scientific advance.

Yes.

It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

You won't have seen the dictionary tenth edition yet, Smith.

It's that thick.

The 11th edition will be that thick.

So the revolution will be complete when the language is perfect.

The secret is to move from translation to direct thought to automatic response.

No need for self-discipline.

Language coming from here, not from here.

Excuse me for intruding.

What you're saying is that we should be rid of the last vestiges of Goldsteinism

when the language has been cleaned.

I couldn't be more in agreement with you, brother.

Absolutely.