1984-Trey Chapman by Trey Chapman

Quote #1

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 22:31:14 UTC

"His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended." Page 3

Quote #2

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 22:43:35 UTC

"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?" Page 5

Quote #1

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 22:44:56 UTC

"From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:

WAR IS PEACE

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH" Page 5

Quote #1

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 22:47:24 UTC

"Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless." Page 9

Quote #2

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 22:49:36 UTC

"They're disappointed because they couldn't go to see the hanging, that's what it is. I'm too busy to take them. and Tom won't be back from work in time." Page 25

Quote #3

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 22:54:45 UTC

"The Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts. The Ministry of Peace, which concerned itself with war. The Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order. And the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs." Page 6

Quote #1

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:08:07 UTC

"Before the Hate had proceeded for thirty seconds, uncontrollable exclamations of rage were breaking out from half the people in the room." Page 15

Quote #2

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:12:42 UTC

"To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone -- to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone: From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink -- greetings!" Page 30

Quote #2

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:17:03 UTC

"He was already dead, he reflected. It seemed to him that it was only now, when he had begun to be able to formulate his thoughts, that he had taken the decisive step. The consequences of every act are included in the act itself. He wrote: Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death." Page 31

Quote #1

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:25:49 UTC

"Suddenly they were both leaping round him, shouting 'Traitor!' and 'Thought-criminal!' the little girl imitating her brother in every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gamboling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters. There was a sort of calculating ferocity in the boy's eye, a quite evident desire to hit or kick Winston and a consciousness of being very nearly big enough to do so. It was a good job it was not a real pistol he was holding, Winston thought." Page 26

Quote #2

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:40:52 UTC

"But in the same moment, drawing a deep sigh of relief from everybody, the hostile figure melted into the face of Big Brother, black-haired, black-moustachio'd, full of power and mysterious calm, and so vast that it almost filled up the screen." Page 17

Quote #3

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:43:17 UTC

"His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return, and because somehow, he did not remember how, she had sacrificed herself to a conception of loyalty that was private and unalterable." Page 32

Quote #3

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:46:44 UTC

"The Party said that Oceania had never been in alliance with Eurasia. He, Winston Smith, knew that Oceania had been in alliance with Eurasia as short a time as four years ago. But where did that knowledge exist? Only in his own consciousness, which in any case must soon be annihilated." Page 36

Quote #3

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:52:55 UTC

"Syme had fallen silent for a moment, and with the handle of his spoon was tracing patterns in the puddle of stew. The voice from the other table quacked rapidly on, easily audible in spite of the surrounding din." Page 57

Quote #3

chapmantr24 — 2024-02-28 23:54:30 UTC

"One of these days, thought Winston with sudden deep conviction, Syme will be vaporized. He is too intelligent. He sees too clearly and speaks too plainly. The Party does not like such people. One day he will disappear. It is written in his face." Page 55

Quote #4

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 20:34:26 UTC

"It was at night that they came for you, always at night. The proper thing was to kill yourself before they got you. Undoubtedly some people did so. Many of the disappearances were actually suicides. But it needed desperate courage to kill yourself in a world where firearms, or any quick and certain poison, were completely unprocurable." Page 107

Quote #4

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 20:38:20 UTC

"Nevertheless it had been very difficult not to betray a momentary surprise, for in the two or three seconds while he was helping her up the girl had slipped something into his hand. There was no question that she had done it intentionally. It was something small and flat. As he passed through the lavatory door he transferred it to his pocket and felt it with the tips of his fingers. It was a scrap of paper folded into a square." Page 112

Quote #4

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 20:39:31 UTC

"For the rest they could meet only in the streets, in a different place every evening and never for more than half an hour at a time. In the street it was usually possible to talk, after a fashion. As they drifted down the crowded pavements, not quite abreast and never looking at one another, they carried on a curious, intermittent conversation which flicked on and off like the beams of a lighthouse, suddenly nipped into silence by the approach of a Party uniform or the proximity of a telescreen, then taken up again minutes later in the middle of a sentence, then abruptly cut short as they parted at the agreed spot, then continued almost without introduction on the following day." Page 134

Quote #5

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 20:45:05 UTC

"Why didn’t you give her a good shove?’ said Julia. ’I would have.’ ’Yes, dear, you would have. I would, if I’d been the same person then as I am now. Or perhaps I would — I’m not certain.’ ’Are you sorry you didn’t?’ ’Yes. On the whole I’m sorry I didn’t." Page 140

Quote #5

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 20:47:44 UTC

"Sometimes, too, they talked of engaging in active rebellion against the Party, but with no notion of how to take the first step. Even if the fabulous Brotherhood was a reality, there still remained the difficulty of finding one’s way into it." Page 158

Quote #5

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 20:49:34 UTC

"Even while he was speaking to O’Brien, when the meaning of the words had sunk in, a chilly shuddering feeling had taken possession of his body. He had the sensation of stepping into the dampness of a grave, and it was not much better because he had always known that the grave was there and waiting for him." Page 168

Quote #4

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 21:41:09 UTC

"He remembered the room where they lived, a dark, closesmelling room that seemed half filled by a bed with a white counterpane. There was a gas ring in the fender, and a shelf where food was kept, and on the landing outside there was a brown earthenware sink, common to several rooms. He remembered his mother’s statuesque body bending over the gas ring to stir at something in a saucepan." Page 171

Quote #4

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 21:44:17 UTC

"What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. The proles, it suddenly occurred to him, had remained in this condition. They were not loyal to a party or a country or an idea, they were loyal to one another. For the first time in his life he did not despise the proles or think of them merely as an inert force which would one day spring to life and regenerate the world. The proles had stayed human." Page 173

Quote #5

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 21:46:36 UTC

"The room they were standing in was long-shaped and softly lit. The telescreen was dimmed to a low murmur; the richness of the dark-blue carpet gave one the impression of treading on velvet. At the far end of the room O’Brien was sitting at a table under a green-shaded lamp, with a mass of papers on either side of him. He had not bothered to look up when the servant showed Julia and Winston in." Page 178

Quote #5

chapmantr24 — 2024-03-06 21:49:05 UTC

"The Brotherhood cannot be wiped out because it is not an organization in the ordinary sense. Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible. You will never have anything to sustain you, except the idea. You will get no comradeship and no encouragement. When finally you are caught, you will get no help. We never help our members." Page 185