Dystopia Now

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Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation
Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing
Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating?
It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined
A world of fear and treachery and torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself
Progress in our world will be progress towards more pain
The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice
Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement
Everything else we shall destroy, everything
Already we are breaking down the habits of thought which have survived from before the Revolution
We have cut the links between child and parent, and between man and man, and between man and woman
No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend any longer
But in the future there will be no wives and no friends
Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen
The sex instinct will be eradicated
Procreation will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card
We shall abolish the orgasm
Our neurologists are at work upon it now
There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party
There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother
There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy
There will be no art, no literature, no science
When we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness
There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life
All competing pleasures will be destroyed
But always -- do not forget this, Winston -- always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler
Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face -- forever