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The end of Nineteen Eighty-Four has Winston thinking to himself: He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O … Continue reading →

One of the interesting things about Nineteen Eighty Four is that it is not really a literary novel. Its function is primarily political and ideological. It is entirely fair enough then, that Orwell’s characters and concepts have become part of … Continue reading →