it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise.

Winston Smith: Does Big Brother exist?
O'Brien: Of course he exists.
Winston Smith: Does he exist like you or me?
O'Brien: You do not exist.

Anything that hinted at corruption always filled him with a wild hope

„Până nu devin comștienți, nu se vor răzvrăti și până nu se răzvrătesc, nu pot deveni conștienți” - 1984

There were things, your own acts, from which you could never recover. Something was killed in your breast: burnt out, cauterized out.

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