Alternative Facts: I wrote all this! |
He picked up the
children’s history book and looked at the portrait of Big Brother which formed
its frontispiece. The hypnotic eyes gazed into his own. It was as though some
huge force were pressing down upon you — something that penetrated inside your skull,
battering against your brain, frightening you out of your beliefs, persuading
you, almost, to deny the evidence of your senses. In the end the Party would
announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was
inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their
position demanded it. Not merely the validity of experience, but the very
existence of external reality, was tacitly denied by their philosophy. The
heresy of heresies was common sense. And what was terrifying was not that they
would kill you for thinking otherwise, but that they might be right. For, after
all, how do we know that two and two make four? Or that the force of gravity
works? Or that the past is unchangeable? If both the past and the external
world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable what then?
But no! His
courage seemed suddenly to stiffen of its own accord. The face of O’Brien, not
called up by any obvious association, had floated into his mind. He knew, with
more certainty than before, that O’Brien was on his side. He was writing the
diary for O’Brien — TO O’Brien: it was like an interminable letter which no one
would ever read, but which was addressed to a particular person and took its
colour from that fact.
The Party told you
to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most
essential command. His heart sank as he thought of the enormous power arrayed
against him, the ease with which any Party intellectual would overthrow him in
debate, the subtle arguments which he would not be able to understand, much
less answer. And yet he was in the right! They were wrong and he was right. The
obvious, the silly, and the true had got to be defended. Truisms are true, hold
on to that! The solid world exists, its laws do not change. Stones are hard,
water is wet, objects unsupported fall towards the earth’s centre. With the
feeling that he was speaking to O’Brien, and also that he was setting forth an
important axiom, he wrote:
Freedom
is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else
follows.
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