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Winston is not afraid to go beyond the boundaries and how he wants to. He knows its not allowed but he doesn’t care. He wants to break the boundaries and in a way test Big Brother

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The paper weight represents a piece of Winston’s past and how his obsession of his past begins to weigh him down. The paper weight would normally have paper underneath it, the paper would represent Winston’s past for it is written but in a way he’s lost it, causing the paper weight to be rather useless

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A coral typically repersants modesty, wisdom, and happiness. Modesty could show how Winston is self conscious, he knows there’s things he’s gotta remember, he’s aware of a lot of things. Wisdom could be seeking information by the older people in his society who may remember things  that could be helpful twords him. Happiness is his goal he needs to reach, if he finds out his past he will have reached his goal

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The reason why Winston loves how it’s old is because it’s part of some sort of past, possibly his own. Because of the age of the object, older folks may recognize it, and typically  older folks are filled with stories and if they see it and recognize it, Winston could find out more of the past and get a step closer to finding out his own

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If the object feels good in Winston’s hand it must have some sort of significance, and if it does, Winston has received a hint of his past. This may likely cause a feeling of accomplishment for Winston and boost up his determination in finding out his past.

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Winston is still determined when he knew he shouldn’t be to find out his past. He can’t resist trying to figure all the puzzles pieces. Describing the paper weight could possibly help Winston connect the dots in his mind and gain access to some piece of his past.

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The color of the coral shows the truth of things. It could show how the truth is hidden in plain sight yet there is barrier you need to go through in order to access that truth and see its true colors

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One simple slip up could lead to the truth being locked away forever or it may represents how fragile the past is and how it could be easily shattered

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The truth is distorted and not as it seems.

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The glass that surrounds the coral, I see it as a barrier. I see as a shield of lies that distorts the truth from Winston

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“And what he wanted, more even than to be loved, was to break down that wall of virtue, even if it were only once in his whole life. The sexual act, successfully performed, was rebellion. Desire was thoughtcrime. (1.6.16)”

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"Do you realize that the past, starting from yesterday, has been actually abolished? If it survives anywhere, it's in a few solid objects with no words attached to them, like that lump of glass there. Already we know almost literally nothing about the Revolution and the years before the Revolution. Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street and building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right. I know, of course, that the past is falsified, but it would never be possible for me to prove it, even when I did the falsification myself. After the thing is done, no evidence ever remains. The only evidence is inside my own mind, and I don't know with any certainty that any other human being shares my memories. Just in that one instance, in my whole life, I did possess actual concrete evidence after the event – years after it." (2.5.14, Winston to Julia)

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“He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willow-herb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger patch and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken-houses? But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible. (1.1.6)

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“Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had once been different?” (1.5.55)

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“For how could you establish even the most obvious fact when there existed no record outside your own memory? He tried to remember in what year he had first heard mention of Big Brother. He thought it must have been at some time in the sixties, but it was impossible to be certain. In the Party histories, of course, Big Brother figured as the leader and guardian of the Revolution since its very earliest days. His exploits had been gradually pushed backwards in time until already they extended into the fabulous world of the forties and the thirties, when the capitalists in their strange cylindrical hats still rode through the streets of London in great gleaming motor-cars or horse carriages with glass sides. There was no knowing how much of this legend was true and how much invented. Winston could not even remember at what date the Party itself had come into existence. (1.3.22)”

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“What appealed to him about it was not so much its beauty as the air it seemed to possess of belonging to an age quite different from the present one […]. The thing was doubly attractive because of its apparent uselessness […]. Anything old, and for that matter anything beautiful, was always vaguely suspect. (1.8.70)”

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“Winston could not definitely remember a time when his country had not been at war, but it was evident that there had been a fairly long interval of peace during his childhood, because one of his early memories was of an air raid which appeared to take everyone by surprise. Perhaps it was the time when the atomic bomb had fallen on Colchester. He did not remember the raid itself […]. (1.3.12)”

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“And if all others accepted the lie which the Party imposed – if all records told the same tale – then the lie passed into history and became truth. "Who controls the past," ran the Party slogan, "controls the future: who controls the present controls the past." And yet the past, though of its nature alterable, never had been altered. Whatever was true now was true from everlasting to everlasting. It was quite simple. All that was needed was an unending series of victories over your own memory. "Reality control," they called it: in Newspeak, "doublethink." (1.3.18)

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“Uncalled, a memory floated into his mind. He saw a candle-lit room with a vast white counterpaned bed, and himself, a boy of nine or ten, sitting on the floor, shaking a dice-box, and laughing excitedly. His mother was sitting opposite him and also laughing.

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He pushed the picture out of his mind. It was a false memory. He was troubled by false memories occasionally. They did not matter so long as one knew them for what they were. Some things had happened, others had not happened […].” (3.6.34-36)

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“A number of The Times which might, because of changes in political alignment, or mistaken prophecies uttered by Big Brother, have been rewritten a dozen times still stood on the files bearing its original date, and no other copy existed to contradict it. Books, also, were recalled and rewritten again and again, and were invariably reissued without any admission that any alteration had been made. Even the written instructions which Winston received, and which he invariably got rid of as soon as he had dealt with them, never stated or implied that an act of forgery was to be committed: always the reference was to slips, errors, misprints, or misquotations which it was necessary to put right in the interests of accuracy. (1.4.8)”