"it struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body." (86)
"It would not matter if they killed you at once. To be killed was what you expected. But before death (nobody spoke of such things, yet everybody knew of them) there was the routine of confession that had to be gone through: the grovelling on the floor and screaming for mercy, the crack of broken bones, the smashed teeth, and bloody clots of hair.
Why did you have to endure it, since the end was always the same? Why was it not possible to cut a few days or weeks out of your life? Nobody ever escaped detection, and nobody ever failed to confess. When once you had succumbed to thoughtcrime it was certain that by a given date you would be dead. Why then did that horror, which altered nothing, have to lie embedded in future time? "
After reading Winston's thoughts about disobeying the Party, it seems as though he would not even think about revolting against them; if he did, he would have to endure horrific pain. I DON'T BLAME HIM!
"And when memory failed and written records were falsified--when that happened, the claim of the Party to have improved the conditions of human life had got to be accepted, because there did not exist, and never again could exist, any standard against which it could be tested." (79)
People had to believe what the Party was telling them because there was no evidence of anything else.
"He could keep on her track till they were in some quiet place, and then smash her skull in with a cobblestone."(85)
Thoughtcrime isn't just impossible because of absolute termination, but also because of the fear that comes with paranoia.
"The Face of Big Brother swam into his mind, displacing that of O'Brien. Just as he had done a few days earlier, he slid a coin out of his pocket and looked at it. The face gazed up at him, heavy, calm, protecting, but what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark mustache?" pg 87
I think this might be some kind of foreshadowing as to what Winston will discover in the second half of the book.
"What appealed to him about it was not so much it's beauty as the air it seemed to posses of belonging to an age quite different than the present one." (81)
I almost feel bad for Winston. No one can tell him what happened in the past even though they lived in the past because of the dominance of the party. This antique he got is his only connection to the past. If I were him I would be so angry and also frightened over this loss of everyone's memory.
"It struck him in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body."-pg. 86
I chose this quote because I liked how it showed you that the fight isn't against Big Brother but really an internal struggle.
"On the same battlefield, in the torture chamber, on a sinking ship, the issues that you are fighting for are always forgotten, because the body swells up until it fills the universe, and even when you are not paralyzed by fright or screaming with pain, life is a moment-to-moment struggle against hunger or cold or sleeplessness, against a sour stomach or an aching tooth." (86)
"But if there was hope, it lay in the proles." (pg 73)
"If there was anyone alive who could give you a truthful account of conditions in the early part of the century, it could only be a prole." (pg. 74)
It seems that Winston has been consistently confident in the proles throughout the novel and the chapter.
"It seemed to him that he knew exactly what it felt like to sit in a room like this, in an armchair beside an open fire with your feet in the fender and a kettle on the hob: utterly alone, utterly secure, with nobody watching you, no voice pursuing you, no sound except the singing of the kettle and the friendly ticking of the clock." (82)
"It was probable that there were some millions of proles for whom the Lottery was the principal if not the only reason for remaining alive. It was their delight, their folly, their anodyne, their intellectual stimulant. Where the Lottery was concerned, even people who could barely read and write seemed capable of intricate calculations and staggering feats of memory."
I chose this quotation because it seemed like something that was actually similar to today's society. There are a lot of people who buy lottery tickets every day without fail, constantly hoping to win. Everyone has a different method or strategy that they're sure will work eventually. The similarity between this obsession with the lottery and the same obsession with people today made me think that maybe the society shown in 1984 might have more in common with us than we think.
In the Party itself there were not many people left whose ideas had been formed before the Revolution. The older generation had mostly been wiped out in the great purges of the Fifties and Sixties, and the few who survived had long ago been terrified into complete intellectual surrender. If there was anyone alive who could give you a truthful account of conditions in the early part of the century, it could only be a prole. (74)
"The strident voices stopped abruptly. The woman studied him in hostile silence as he went past. But it was not hostility, exactly; merely a kind of wariness, a momentary stiffening as at the passing of some unfarmiliar animal. The blue overalls of the party could not be a common sight in a street like this. Indeed, it was unwise to be seen in such places, unless you had a reason to be there. The patrols might stop you if you run into them. 'May i see your papers comrade? What are you doing here? What time did you leave work? Is this your usual way home?'-- and so on and so fourth. Not that there was a ruleabout walking home by any unusual route, but it was enough to draw attention to you if the Thought Police heard about it."
"It was at night that they came for you, always at night. The proper thing was to kill yourself before they got to you... Many of the disappearances were actually suicides. But it needed desperate courage to kill yourself in a world where firearms, or any quick and certain poison, were completely unprocurable."
Why is it the 'proper' thing to kill yourself before they get you? Could it be because they want to see you discipline yourself if you know you did something wrong? I just find this a little strange.
"But if there was hope, it lay in the proles. You had to cling on to that. When you put it in words it sounded reasonable; it was when you looked at the human beings passing you on the pave ment it became an act of faith." (73)
There are so many proles compared to Party members, but they are all so pitiful that they could never band together to become strong. In that Winston can only hope.
"Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's, You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's, When will you pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey, When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch." O’Brien is dedicated to finding more about the past.
Discussion question: What is the history and meaning of this song?
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.