Before the war, and especially before the Boer War, it was summer all the year round.
You would not make the act of submission which is the price of sanity.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever.
Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal.
Serious sport is war minus the shooting.
The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil, and it followed that any past or future agreement with him was impossible.