Whether the British ruling class are wicked or merely stupid is one of the most difficult questions of our time, and at certain moments a very important question.
She did not understand that there was no such thing as happiness, that the only victory lay in the far future, long after you were dead, that from the moment of declaring war on the Party it was better to think of yourself as a corpse.
Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.
It was true that there was no such person as Comrade Ogilvy, but a few lines of print and a couple of faked photographs would soon bring him into existence.
The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.
For a creative writer possession of the 'truth' is less important than emotional sincerity.