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The Communism Of The English Intellectual Is Something Explicable Enough. It Is The Patriotism Of The Deracinated.

When You Make Love You're Using Up Energy; And Afterwards You Feel Happy And Don't Give A Damn For Anything. They Can't Bear You To Feel Like That. They Want You To Be Bursting With Energy All The Time. All This Marching Up And Down And Cheering And Waving Flags Is Simply Sex Gone Sour. If You're Happy Inside Yourself, Why Should You Get Excited About Big Brother And The Three-year Plans And The Two Minutes Hate And All The Rest Of Their Bloody Rot?

The Past Was Erased, The Erasure Was Forgotten, The Lie Became The Truth.

The Life Of An Animal Is Misery And Slavery: That Is The Plain Truth.

One's Got To Change The System, Or One Changes Nothing.