Every Joke is a Tiny Revolution - George Orwell

لا تتصور أنك ستنقذ نفسك يا ونستون مهما كان استسلامك لنا مطلقاً،فما من امرئٍ انحرف مرة عن جادة الصواب ثم أبقينا على حياته،وحتى لو اخترنا أن نتركك تعيش إلى أن ينقضي أجلك فتموت ميتة طبيعية،فلن يمكنك أبداً أن تفلت من قبضتنا وما حدث لك هنا سيعيش معك إلى أبد الدهر.فعليك أن تعي ذلك سلفاً.إننا سنسحقك إلى درجة لا يمكنك بعدها أن تعود بحياتك إلى سيرتها الأولى ،وستحدث لك أشياء لن يمكنك أن تبرأ من آثارها حتى لو عشت ألف عام.وأبداً لن تقدر ثانية على الشعور بما يشعر به الأحياء .إن كل شيء سيموت داخلك ولن تعود قادراً على الحب أو الصداقة أو الاستمتاع بالحياة أو الضحك أو حب الاستطلاع أو الشجاعة أو الاستقامة .ستكون أجوف لأننا سنعصرك حتى تصبح خواء من كل شيء ثم نملأك بـذواتـنـا.

Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.

It is worth saying something about the social position of beggars, for when one has consorted with them, and found that they are ordinary human beings, one cannot help being struck by the curious attitude that society takes towards them. People seem to feel that there is some essential difference between beggars and ordinary 'working' men. They are a race apart — outcasts, like criminals and prostitutes. Working men 'work', beggars do not 'work'; they are parasites, worthless in their very nature. It is taken for granted that a beggar does not 'earn' his living, as a bricklayer or a literary critic 'earns' his. He is a mere social excrescence, tolerated because we live in a humane age, but essentially despicable.

Yet if one looks closely one sees that there is no ESSENTIAL difference between a beggar's livelihood and that of numberless respectable people. Beggars do not work, it is said; but, then, what is WORK? A navvy works by swinging a pick. An accountant works by adding up figures. A beggar works by standing out of doors in all weathers and getting varicose veins, chronic bronchitis, etc. It is a trade like any other; quite useless, of course — but, then, many reputable trades are quite useless. And as a social type a beggar compares well with scores of others. He is honest compared with the sellers of most patent medicines, high-minded compared with a Sunday newspaper proprietor, amiable compared with a hire-purchase tout — in short, a parasite, but a fairly harmless parasite. He seldom extracts more than a bare living from the community, and, what should justify him according to our ethical ideas, he pays for it over and over in suffering. I do not think there is anything about a beggar that sets him in a different class from other people, or gives most modern men the right to despise him.

Then the question arises, Why are beggars despised? — for they are despised, universally. I believe it is for the simple reason that they fail to earn a decent living.