Quite likely he would be in the cellars of the Ministry of Love within three days, but a cigarette end must not be wasted.
The Party intellectual knows in which direction his memories must be altered; he therefore knows that he is playing tricks with reality; but by the exercise of doublethink he also satisfies himself that reality is not violated.
One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.
Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.
Does Big Brother exist?' ‘Of course he exists. The Party exists. Big Brother is the embodiment of the Party.' ‘Does he exist in the same way as I exist?' ‘You do not exist,' said O'Brien. Once.
The subsidiary reason is that the Party member, like the proletarian, tolerates present-day conditions partly because he has no standards of comparison. He must be cut off from the past, just as he must be cut off from foreign countries.