“No, I love this Party more than any of them. And, God help me, I love Big Brother. I love him as I did in ’51, when we drove down from Oxford in Rutherford’s Anglia to man the barricades together. I’ve been in a bloody gun battle with him, with nothing but a single Enfield rifle between us. Love Big Brother? I’ve had him climb in my bedroom window and fuck me, without saying a goddamned word. How do you like that? Oh, he was a man back then.
