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 strivers, 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!
They are the dark armies.
The dark, murdering armies of Eurasia.
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.
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!
Nothing the Party says is true.
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.
He is pure fiction, created by the Party.
The real rulers of the State...
are unknown, faceless manipulators...
who, because they are not known...
are able to wield power without let or hindrance.
People of Oceania, you are being duped.
The Party doesn't serve the people, it serves itself.
We are not at war with Eurasia.
Death! Death! Traitor!
You are being made into obedient...
stupid slaves of the Party.
Open your eyes.
See the evil that is happening to you.
The Party drops bombs on its own citizens.
Traitor!
It is the Party, not the Eurasians, who are our enemies.
Rise up.
Throw off the yoke.
You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
People of Oceania.
Big, Big, Big"... "
Innuendo, deleted.
Intransigence, rendered as crime.
Inversion...
Back, Day 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 industrial production.
As a result of mental disturbance from my experiences during the atomic wars...
I was a willing subject of Goldstein's 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 archtraitor, Goldstein...
and ordered to assassinate certain Inner Party officials.
Bugger!
This I did.
My agents forged documents and gained entry into the Ministry...
"Thought crime is death.
"Thought crime does not entail death.
"Thought crime is death.
"I have committed, even before setting pen to paper...
"the essential crime that contains all others in itself. "
I have spent many hours of my free time, encouraging my agents...
to deface Party posters and hoarding announcements.
I read and memorized Goldstein's 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, 1984. "
In my position as Chief Factory Planner...
"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!"
30-to-40 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.
Smith? 6079, 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 the Malabar Front.
Just think what they have to put up with.
Production of water-heaters is up 1.5 percent.
Switchgear, 4.5 percent.
Electrical wiring, 10 percent.
Cigarettes, 18 percent.
Bricks, 3 percent.
Morning, Smith.
Parsons.
Heard the rumor?
No. Good news, is it?
I should say so, yes.
Choco rations going up.
Really?
Twenty-five grams next week.
Doubleplus good.
Speakwrites, 14 percent.
Vibra-aging castings, 9 percent.
By the way, Smith, I seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason.
You wouldn't happen to have any spare, would you?
I'm sorry, brother. I'm on the last one.
Bandages, 9 percent.
In 1983, Oceania's coal output...
reached 630 million tons.
In 1976, coal output was 605 million tons...
an increase of 4. 1 percent.
5.3 million tractors were produced...
an increase of 17.6 percent.
6.1 million trucks...
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.
... a staggering increase of 93.4 percent.
Did you see the prisoners hanged yesterday?
No, I was working. But I shall see it on the screens.
You'll pick up the gin on the way?
I'll have two.
2.9 million Airstrip One Mark 5 submachine guns...
3.1 million Grenville gas-operated light machine guns...
Give me a gin.
2.2 million.5 Victory recoil-operated heavy machine guns...
6 million rifle grenades...
9 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.
... butter, 2 percent, milk, 6 percent.
Plusbig waste is in adjectives.
Plusbig problem is timing the language to scientific advance.
It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.
You won't have seen the Dictionary, 10th 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's 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.
You're saying that we'll be rid of the last vestiges of Goldsteinism...
when the language has been cleaned.
- I couldn't agree with you more, brother. - Absolutely.
Praise be to our leader and the Party workers!
Other munitions production figures are as follows.
70,000 M-20 tank destroyers...
with 76-mm cannon.
Smith. Syme.
It's encouraging to think that by 2050...
not a single person will be able to have a conversation like this.
Except the proles?
The proletariat don't count. They're animals.
See the hanging?
Missed it, myself.
Bloody committees.
35,000 Black Eagle 500 cc motorbicycles.
Doubleplus good, this.
You know, I don't think there's a single piece of meat in this stew.
Looks like meat. Tastes like meat.
It isn't meat at all.
Doubleplus good.
Not like it, Smith?
Yes, it's too rich for me.
Do you mind if I"... "
Brothers and sisters, the battle for production has been won.
Completed returns show that the standard of living...
has risen by no less than 20 percent over the last year.
All over Oceania there've been spontaneous demonstrations of Party workers...
voicing their gratitude and joy!
In honor of this massive overfulfillment of the ninth three-year plan...
it's been announced that chocolate ration is to be increased to 25 grams per week!
"If there is hope...
"it lies in the proles.
"If they could become conscious of their own strength...
"they would have no need to conspire.
"History does not matter to them.
"It was three years ago...
"on a dark evening.
"Easy to slip the patrols.
"And I'd gone into the proletarian areas.
"There was no one else in the street, and no telescreens.
"She said, '$2. '
"So I went with her.
"She had a young face...
"painted very thick.
"It was really the paint that appealed to me...
"the whiteness of it, like a mask...
"and the bright red lips."
Come on.
"There were no preliminaries.
"Standing there, with the scent of dead insects and cheap perfume...
"I went ahead and did it, just the same."
Rutherford unperson.
Substitute Ogilvy.
Ogilvy bio, details as follows:
"War hero.
"Recently killed, Malabar Front.
"Today awarded posthumous Order of Conspicuous Merit, Second Class."
I accuse myself of sabotage...
embezzlement of Party funds...
sale of military secrets...
of being in the pay of the Government of Eurasia...
of being a sexual pervert and a thoughtcriminal.
I exploited my trusted position at the Ministry of Peace...
to mislead our allies in Eastasia...
and also to corrupt youth by means of seditious literature and drugs.
I am guilty on all counts.
I stand here...
a victim of the influence of...
"Under the spreading chestnut tree...
"I sold you...
"you sold me."
And I ask only...
for you to accept...
my love of our leader.
Can I help you?
Anything special?
I was here before.
Razor blades.
You sold me the notebook.
Yes.
Please look around.
What's this?
It's a beautiful thing.
Over 100 years old.
Cost you $4.
There's another room upstairs that you might like to see.
But there's not much in it.
Just a few things.
My woman's dead.
I'm just trying to sell the furniture.
It's a beautiful bed...
if you can get the bugs out of it.
Interested in old prints at all?
The frame's fixed to the wall, but I daresay I could unscrew it.
How did this escape?
I know what it is.
It's the museum in the street outside the Palace of Justice.
"Oranges and lemons," say the bells of St. Clement's.
What was that?
Something old.
War is peace!
Freedom is slavery!
Ignorance is strength!
A triumph of willpower over the orgasm.
At a rally of the Anti-Sex League in Victory Square tonight...
held to celebrate a 50-percent decrease in civil marriages...
over 10,000 Party women took a vow of celibacy...
and pledged themselves as vessels for the artificial insemination...
"I hate her.
"I should kill her before she denounces me.
"I have disliked her from the first moment of seeing her. "
Sector 43...
929 male...
753 female.
Sector 44...
437 male...
609 female.
Sector 45...
222 male...
220 female.
Sector 46...
- Are you hurt? - It's nothing.
It's my arm.
I'll be all right in a second.
Brother, could you"... "
Are you all right?
It's nothing.
I only gave my wrist a bit of a bang.
Thank you, brother.
Who is she?
All I know is that she works in the corner section...
probably on the proletarian novel-writing machines.
Mrs. Parsons? A spanner?
Under the sink, beside you.
Thank you, brother.
I wouldn't have had to bother you, but my husband's out late.
Committees.
You know what us Parsons are like.
You're a thoughtcriminal.
They haven't been out much.
Thank you, brother.
Attention! Your attention, please!
A newsflash has this moment arrived from the Malabar Front.
The forces of Oceania in South India have won a glorious victory.
I am authorized to say that the war against Eurasia...
is within measurable distance of its end.
40,000 Eurasian soldiers have been killed or captured.
Can you hear me?
Yes.
Do you have an ex-London permit?
Yes.
Can you get Sunday afternoon off?
Yes.
Take this.
It's quite precise. I rely on you to destroy it.
Are you sure you can come?
Yes.
On your own, brother?
No, I'm joining the Vic Mans community hiking group.
I was held up on urgent Minrec business.
Sing to the bravest on the sturdy fortress
Sing to the soldiers on the battlefields
Sing to the airmen in the burning azure
Sing to the farmers' rising yields
We are the children, builders of the future
And we the children swear to thee
Loyal devotion, fearless devotion
And to die with dignity
Sing to the faithful...
A daring and resourceful maneuver...
under the personal direction of B.B. himself...
ensuring the total annihilation of the Eurasian heavy-armored divisions...
Look.
It's a dream.
I want you.
Not here.
Come back to the woods, it's safer.
Have you done this before?
Of course.
Hundreds of times.
- With Party members? - Yes.
Inner Party members?
Not with those bastards. Though there's plenty who would.
Look, I hate purity.
I hate goodness.
I don't want virtue to exist anywhere.
I want everyone corrupt.
I ought to suit you, then.
I'm corrupt to the core.
Do you like doing this?
I don't mean just me.
I adore it.
Winston?
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.
Adult literacy amongst the proletariat has risen by 56 percent.
The proletarian infant mortality rate has dropped by 12 percent.
Incidences of leukemia, tuberculosis, and meningitis have dropped considerably.
Improved diet has been responsible for a dramatic decrease in rickets.
Eye diseases show a steep drop.
So, too, do deaths from pneumonia and smallpox.
The improvement in sewerage and drainage systems...
has resulted in better health, overall.
State rodent operatives report a 50-percent reduction...
in the number of vermin in the central proletarian zones.
I just want to finish by saying a few words...
about the impact of this imminent neurological breakthrough.
When the orgasm has been finally eradicated...
the last remaining obstacle to the psychological acceptance...
of the principles of Ingsoc, as applied to artsem, will be overcome.
In other words, the unorthodox tendencies towards ownlife...
which constantly threaten the natural erosion of the family unit...
will no longer have the biological support of the organism.
As we all know, the biological and social stimulation of the family leads to...
private reflection, outside Party needs...
and to the establishment of unorthodox loyalties...
which can only lead to thoughtcrime.
The introduction of artsem, combined with the neutralization of the orgasm...
will effectively render obsolete the family...
until it becomes impossible to conceptualize.
Thank you.
Excuse me, brother.
You dropped your ink pencil.
Thank you, sister.
A pincer movement has developed...
involving the floating fortresses of the Eurasian 17th Fleet...
Not much.
Not much left at all, these days.
Walls.
Police don't like us much.
That room...
how much?
$4 a week.
Traitor!
Traitor! Criminal!
Big, Big, Big...
A vast military buildup of armored divisions...
missiles and floating fortresses, accompanied by a fourfold increase...
in the number of radio-controlled rocket bombs...
directed at the most densely populated areas of Airstrip One...
It is folly...
as though deliberately, we move one step nearer the grave.
I can't understand why she accepted the idea...
she, who is so careful.
Hello.
Let me show you what I've brought.
Look.
What is it?
Real sugar.
Not saccharin.
And I've got a loaf of bread, proper white bread...
and jam.
A real tin of milk.
Look.
Coffee.
Real coffee.
Inner Party. Half a kilo.
How did you manage to get ahold of all this?
There's nothing those bastards don't have.
Aren't you pleased?
Yes.
Of course.
Real tea.
There's been a lot of tea about lately.
They've captured India or something.
I want you.
I want you, too.
Wait.
Turn around, and don't look until I tell you.
Listen to that.
How can she make a song written by a machine sound so beautiful?
You can turn around now.
- I... - Winston...
Do you like me?
More than ever.
Was there ever a time when this seemed ordinary?
Attention! Your attention, please!
A vast military buildup has been reported in the Sahara Desert...
sectors 17 and 18 of the war zone.
14 heavy-tank divisions...
"There is truth, and there is untruth."
... have been sighted proceeding in convoy in a northerly direction...
"Freedom...
"is the freedom to say two plus two equals four.
"If that is granted...
"all else follows."
That is the end of the announcement.
We'll rehab the war from a neutral zone, remaking dust in interstate plusplan levels.
Intend ego 1980 level in dust output by 48 percent.
Stop, end emission.
Re: "Times", 31-10-81.
Brother Tillotson wins Mini chess. Request photo. File follows.
Attention. Your attention, please.
Will all Outer Party members of Ways and Means Committees...
please attend their local community centers for discussions and...
"Under the spreading chestnut tree...
"I sold you, you sold me."
The meetings begin at 20... 00 hours.
Smith?
I've been reading your Newspeak articles in "The Times."
Yes.
You write very elegantly. That is not my own opinion.
I was recently talking to a friend of yours, who is an expert.
His name has slipped my memory for a moment.
What I wanted to say was, that there were one or two unwords, only very recent.
Have you seen the 10th edition of the Newspeak Dictionary?
No, we're still using the 9th edition at Minrec.
A few advance copies have been segregated. I have one myself.
You might be interested.
Yes.
There are some plus skillful new developments.
Let me give you my address.
I'm usually at home in the evenings.
If not, my servant will give you the dictionary.
14,000 Victory Vampires...
6, 700 Ingsoc cadets...
4,600 Ingsoc sea cadets...
12,300 Porteous piloted missiles...
31,000 Victory fighter bombers...
23,000 Big Brother heavy bombers.
"It has happened at last.
"The call has come.
"It seems that all my life...
"I've been waiting for it."
... is to be named after Sub-lieutenant Ogilvy...
hero of the State of Oceania...
recently awarded, posthumously, the Order of Conspicuous Gallantry...
for his action in the recent glorious victory...
over the forces of Eastasia on the Malabar Front, in South India.