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Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.
It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.
Tragedy, he perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there were still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.
“Who controls the past,” ran the Party slogan, “controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.”
Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.