He knew in advance what O’Brien would say. That the Party did not seek power for its own ends, but only for the good of the majority. That it sought power because men in the mass were frail cowardly creatures who could not endure liberty or face the truth, and must be ruled over and systematically deceived by others who were stronger than themselves. That the choice for mankind lay between freedom and happiness, and that, for the great bulk of mankind, happiness was better. That the party was the eternal guardian of the weak, a dedicated sect doing evil that good might come, sacrificing its own happiness to that of others. The terrible thing, thought Winston, the terrible thing was that when O’Brien said this he would believe it.
Now seems like a good time to read “1984”.
Woo-hoo ! and in Cyrillic too ( Animal Farm, Boris ?).
Heheheh!
btw ian, looks like we’ve mainly been entertaining ourselves with this weblog lately. maybe we should just go grab a pint of lager at the local, instead of this blogging, eh?
Great Idea !, my round – what you having ?
Beer! Any kind, really. You?
Yep, Beer for me too, but I’ll have a pint; don’t want one of those thimbles half-filled with froth thank you very much.