Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.

This work was strictly voluntary, but any animal who absented himself from it would have his rations reduced by half.

It struck him that the true characteristic thing about modern life was not its cruelty and insecurity, but simply its bareness, its dinginess, its listlessness.

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

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