
You won't have seen the 10th dictionary edition yet, Smith. Harold Syme: It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.You are beginning to accept it, you'll soon welcome it, and, finally, become a part of it. The world we are preparing, Winston, is of constant victory and constant triumph.You once asked me, Winston, what was in room 101.If you want a vision of the future, Winston, imagine a boot stamping on a human face-forever. All competing pleasures, we will destroy. There is no love, except love of Big Brother. There is no loyalty, except loyalty to the Party. Why? Because when we can cut man from his own past, then we can cut him from his family, his children, other men.

In our world, there will only be triumph and self-abasement. Power is tearing human minds apart, and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Power is inflicting pain and humiliation otherwise, you cannot be sure.
#1984 JOHN HURT FULL MOVIE PLUS#

I have committed even before setting pen to paper the essential crime that contains all others unto itself.

If they could become conscious of their own strength, they would have no need to conspire. If there is hope, it lies in the proles.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! In accordance to the principles of Doublethink, it does not matter if the war is not real, or when it is, that victory is not possible. But even as we grasp at victory, there is a cancer, an evil tumour, growing, spreading in our midst. In the barren deserts of Africa and India, in the oceans of Australasia, courage, strength, and youth are sacrificed - sacrificed to barbarians whose only honour is atrocity. Who are they? (images of protesters appear a crowd chants "Eurasia, Eurasia.") They are the dark armies - the dark, murdering armies of Eurasia. 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. These are our people: the workers, the strivers, the builders. This is our land - a land of peace, and of plenty a land of harmony and hope.
