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WAR IS PEACE |
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He had set his features into the expression of quiet optimism which it was advisable to wear when facing the telescreen. |
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Tragedy, he perceived ,belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there was still privacy, love and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason. |
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Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your own nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom. |
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He might be alone in holding that belief, and if alone, then a lunatic. But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him: the horror was that he might also be wrong. |
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He thought: "If I could save Julia by doubling my own pain, would I do it? Yes, I would." But that was merely an intellectual decison, taken because he knew that he ought to take it. He did not feel it. |
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"pain is not always enough. There are occasions when a human being will stand out against pain, even to the point of death. But for everyone there is something unendurable - something that cannot be contemplated. courage and cowardice are not involved. .....If is merely an instinct which cannot be destroyed. It is the same with the rats. For you, they are unendurable. |
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