“One realized afterwards that one had been in contact with something strange and valuable. One had been in a community where hope was more normal than apathy or cynicism, where the word ‘comrade’ stood for comradeship and not, as in most countries, for humbug. One had breathed the air of equality.” This is another kind of joy that matters in his work, the joy in ideals affirmed and realized, in solidarity, in spirit, in possibility, in meaning. The absence of all those things is the everyday condition of life in Nineteen Eighty-Four.
“One realized afterwards that one had been in contact with something strange and valuable. One had been in a community where hope was more normal than apathy or cynicism, where the word ‘comrade’ stood for comradeship and not, as in most countries, for humbug. One had breathed the air of equality.” This is another kind of joy that matters in his work, the joy in ideals affirmed and realized, in solidarity, in spirit, in possibility, in meaning. The absence of all those things is the everyday condition of life in Nineteen Eighty-Four.
