I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.

Processions, meetings, military parades, lectures, waxwork displays, film shows, telescreen programs all had to be organized; stands had to be erected, effigies built, slogans coined, songs written, rumours circulated, photographs faked.

TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE

You were the dead; theirs was the future.

You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me--