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“Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages, and yet this produced in them no tendency whatever to rebel against the discipline of the Party. On the contrary, they adored the Party and everything connected with it… All their ferocity was turned outwards, against the enemies of the State, against foreigners, traitors, saboteurs, thought-criminals. It was almost normal for people over thirty to be frightened of their own children.”

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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