“They could not alter your feelings: for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They
could lay bare the utmost detail of everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose
workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.” (Orwell 167)
After hearing red-armed lady sing..."Hope lies within the proles" (Orwell 72)
"You are a difficult case. But don't give up hope. Everyone is cured sooner or later. In the end we shall shoot
you." (Orwell 342)
"He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath
the dark mustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two
gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was
finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother" (Orwell 300)