IT WAS A BRIGHT COLD DAY IN APRIL, AND THE CLOCKS were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions,
though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dustfrom entering along with him. - P5
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING You, the caption beneath it ran. - P5
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH. - P7
By sitting in the alcove, and keeping well back, Winston was able to remain outside the range of the telescreen, so far as sight went. He could be heard, of course, but so long as he stayed in his present position he could not be seen. It was partly the unusual geography of the room that had suggested to him the thing that he was now about to do. - P9
The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary.
This was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there were no longer any laws), but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death, or at least by twenty-five years in a forced-labor camp. - P9
To mark the paper was the decisive act. In small clumsy letters he wrote: April 4th, 1984. - P10
Thus, at one moment Winston‘s hatred was not turned against Goldstein at all, but, on the contrary, against Big Brother, the Party, and the Thought Police; and at such moments his heart went out to the lonely, derided heretic on the screen, sole guardian of truth and sanity in a world of lies. - P16
He hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless, because he wanted to go to bed with her and would never do so, because round her sweep supple waist, which seemed to ask you to encircle itwith your arm, there was only the odious scarlet sash, ag-gressive symbol of chastity.
The Hate rose to its climax. - P17
Winston knew-yes, he knew!-that O‘Brien was thinking the same thing as himself. An unmistakable message had passed. It was as though their two minds had opened and the thoughts were flowing from one into the other through their eyes. "I am with you," O‘Brien seemed to be saying to him. "I know precisely what you are feeling. I know all about your contempt, your hatred, your disgust. But don‘t worry, I am on your side!" And then the flash of intelligence was gone, and O‘Brien‘s face was as inscrutable as everybody else‘s. - P18
DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER
DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER
DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER
DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER
DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER - P19
Thoughtcrime, they called it. Thoughtcrime was not a thing that could be concealed forever.
You might dodge successfully for a while, even for years,
but sooner or later they were bound to get you. - P20
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