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but this is not what we shall be doing when life is worth living again.' | |
a wave of admiration, almost of worship, flowed out from winston towards o'brien. | |
for the moment he had forgotten the shadowy figure of goldstein. | |
when you looked at o'brien's powerful shoulders and his blunt featured face, so ugly and yet so civilized, it was impossible to believe that he could be defeated. | |
there was no stratagem that he was not equal to, no danger that he could not foresee. | |
even julia seemed to be impressed. | |
'i don't know, i'm sure. | |
she had let her cigarette go out and was listening intently. | |
o'brien went on, | |
'you will have heard rumours of the existence of the brotherhood. | |
no doubt you have formed your own picture of it. | |
you have imagined, probably, a huge underworld of conspirators, meeting secretly in cellars, scribbling messages on walls, recognizing one another by codewords or by special movements of the hand. | |
nothing of the kind exists. | |
the members of the brotherhood have no way of recognizing one another, and it is impossible for any one member to be aware of the identity of more than a few others. | |
goldstein himself, if he fell into the hands of the thought police, could not give them a complete list of members, or any information that would lead them to a complete list. | |
no such list exists. | |
the brotherhood cannot be wiped out because it is not an organization in the ordinary sense. | |
there was a trampling of boots and another blast on the comb as the children charged into the living room. | |
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. | |
at most, when it is absolutely necessary that someone should be silenced, we are occasionally able to smuggle a razor blade into a prisoner's cell. | |
you will have to get used to living without results and without hope. | |
you will work for a while, you will be caught, you will confess, and then you will die. | |
those are the only results that you will ever see. | |
there is no possibility that any perceptible change will happen within our own lifetime. | |
mrs parsons brought the spanner. | |
but at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. | |
we are the dead. | |
our only true life is in the future. | |
we shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. | |
but how far away that future may be, there is no knowing. | |
it might be a thousand years. | |
at present nothing is possible except to extend the area of sanity little by little. | |
we cannot act collectively. | |
we can only spread our knowledge outwards from individual to individual, generation after generation. | |
in the face of the thought police there is no other way.' | |
he halted and looked for the third time at his wrist watch. | |
winston let out the water and disgustedly removed the clot of human hair that had blocked up the pipe. | |
'it is almost time for you to leave, comrade,' he said to julia. | |
'wait. | |
the decanter is still half full.' | |
he filled the glasses and raised his own glass by the stem. | |
'what shall it be this time?' | |
he said, still with the same faint suggestion of irony. | |
'to the confusion of the thought police? | |
to the death of big brother? | |
to humanity? |