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“Suddenly they were both leaping around him, shouting 'Traitor!' and 'Thought-criminal!', the little girl imitating her brother in every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gamboling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters.”

Quote by George Orwell

Book:1984

Work

1984

George Orwell's '1984' is a seminal work of literature that explores themes of government control, individuality, and the erosion of privacy. The story is set in a future where the world is divided into three superstates, each engaged in perpetual war. The protagonist, Winston Smith, works for the Ministry of Truth and is disillusioned with the oppressive regime. The novel delves into the psychological and societal consequences of living under constant surveillance and the struggle for truth and freedom. more

Author

George Orwell
George Orwell

George Orwell, born Eric Arthur Blair, was a British novelist and political critic. Known for his sharp social criticism and profound insights into totalitarianism, Orwell is best remembered for his novels '1984' and 'Animal Farm', which remain influential to this day. more

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