But if there was hope, it lay in the proles. You had to cling on to that. When you put it in words it sounded reasonable: it was when you looked at the human beings passing you on the pavement that it became an act of faith.
Under the guidance of our Leader, Comrade Napoleon, I have laid five eggs in six days'.
But how can you stop people remembering things?' cried Winston, again momentarily forgetting the dial. ‘It is involuntary. It is outside oneself. How can you control memory? You have not controlled mine!
Don't think that I did nothing else. It's only that when you look back over a long period of time, certain things seem to swell up till they overshadow everything else.
Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible.
It is always so with titled people, they are either adored or hated.