If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
George OrwellRead
Always eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed- no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters in your skull.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the pervasive surveillance in society and the limitations of personal freedom.
George Orwell's quote emphasizes the suffocating nature of constant observation and control in modern society. It suggests that while our environments and actions may be monitored, our thoughts remain the only private domain, illustrating the struggle for autonomy in a world where external forces seek to dominate our lives.
In practice
In a discussion about privacy rights, this quote can illustrate the feeling of being constantly watched.
If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Political writing in our time consists almost entirely of prefabricated phrases bolted together like the pieces of a child's Meccano set. It is the unavoidable result of self-censorship. To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.
It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.
As with many people, Charles, who could not talk, wrote with fullness. He set down his loneliness and his perplexities, and he put on paper many things he did not know about himself.
We were not realizing that, with just a machete, you can do a genocide.
Human kind cannot bear much reality.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
While the farmer holds the title to the land, actually, it belongs to all the people because civilization itself rests upon the soil.
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.
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