The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

war is peace.
freedom is slavery.
ignorance is strength.



ever wondered what its like to live in in a world where every aspect of life is closely monitored? while any hint of unorthodoxy is ruthlessly suppressed by the thought police? where the price of freedom is betrayal?


april 4th 1984.

last night to the flicks. all war films. one very good one of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. Audience much amused by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim away with a helicopter after him. first you saw him wallowing along in the water like a porpoise, then you saw him through the helicopters gunsights , then he was full of holes and the sea round him turned pink and he sank as suddenly as though the holes had let in water. audience shouting with laughter when he sank. then you saw a lifeboat full of children with a helicopter hovering over it. there was a middleaged woman might have been a jewess sitting up in the bow with a little boy about three years old in her arms. little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her ams could keep the bullets off him. then the helicopter planted a 20kilo bomb in among them terrific flash and the boat went all to matchwood. then there was a wonderful shot of a child's arms going up up up right up into the air a helicopter with a camera in its nose must have followed it up and there was a lot of applause from the party seats but a woman down in the prole part of the house suddenly started kicking up a fuss and shouting they dint oughter of showed it not in front of the kids they didnt it aint right not in front of kids it aint unil the police turned her turned her out i dont suppose anything happened to her nobody cares what the proles say typical prole reaction..



interested? ripped off george orwell's 1984. very very interesting! mark my words. its full of unerring and painful satire with startling and vivid images of totalitarian terror. one of the best books ive ever read apart from to kill a mockingbird (this u haf gta read too.. really!) . no kid pple.. this is a book to read!

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