A land of peace and of plenty.
A land of harmony and hope.
This is our land.
These are our people.
The workers, the strivers, the builders.
These are our people.The builders of our world, struggling...
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 tobarbarians, 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 out his name!
Nothingthe 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...
Big Brotheris 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 ofOceania, 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.
It is the Party, not the Eurasians, who are our enemies.
Throw off the yoke.
You have nothing to lose, andeverything to gain.
People of Oceania.
Big, Big, Big"... "
Intransigence, rendered as crime.
Back, Day One.
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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...