Excerpts From the 1984 Film Adaptation of 1984
- Two Minutes Hate
- Thoughtcrime is Death
- Smith’s First Diary Entry
- Troop Worship
- The Destruction of Words
- Étienne de La Boétie’s Discourse of Voluntary Servitude
- Victory on the Malabar Front
- Youth League Anthem
- Food Rationing
- There is Truth, and There is Untruth
- Who Controls the Past Controls the Future
- On Staying Human
- Death to Eastasia!
- Chapter 3: War is Peace
- A Minority of One
- We Are The Dead
- A Defective Memory?
- The Collective Mind of the Party
- Does Big Brother Exist?
- The Motivation of the State is to Maintain Power
- Collectivism and the Rejection of Individual Self-Worth
- The Last Man
- Smith’s “Confession”
Two Minutes Hate (.mp3)
This is our land—a land of peace, and of plenty; a land of harmony and hope. This is our land: Oceania.
These are our people: the workers, the strivers, the builders. These are our people—the builders of our world, struggling, ﬁghting, bleeding, dying—on the streets of our cities, and on the far-ﬂung battleﬁelds, ﬁghting against the mutilation of our hopes and dreams.
Who are they? [A crowd chants “Eurasia, Eurasia.”] They are the dark armies—the dark, murdering armies of Eurasia. In the barren deserts of Africa and India, in the oceans of Australasia, courage, strength, and youth are sacriﬁced—sacriﬁced to barbarians whose only honour is atrocity.
But even as we grasp ay victory, there is a cancer—an evil tumour—growing, spreading in our midst. Shout, shout, shout out his name!
[The audience screams “Goldstein!” Emmanuel Goldstein is seen on the large telecreen speaking, but his statements are inaudible due to the continued screaming of the audience. Some scream “No!” while others scream “Death!” and still others scream “Traitor!” According to the script, Goldstein is telling the people that the Party lies, that neither Big Brother nor the war are real, that they are being made slaves of the Party, and that they should rise up and throw off the yoke of oppression.]
Thoughtcrime is Death (.mp3)
Thoughtcrime is death. Thoughtcrime does not entail death, thoughtcrime is death.
I have committed, even before setting pen to paper, the essential crime that contains all others in itself.
Smith’s First Diary Entry (.mp3)
April the fourth, 1984—I think.
To the past, or to the future—to an age when thought is free, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of the Thought Police, from a dead man: Greetings.
Troop Worship (.mp3)
We don’t all have the privilege of ﬁghting in the front line. Remember our boys on the Malabar front. Just think what they have to put up with.
The Destruction of Words (.mp3)
It’s a beautiful thing—the destruction of words. … It’s an encouraging thought that by 2050, not a single person will be able to have a conversation like this.
Except the proles…
The proletariat doesn’t count—they’re animals.
Étienne de La Boétie’s Discourse of Voluntary Servitude
If there is hope, it lies in the proles. If they could become conscious of their own strength, they would have no need to conspire. History does not matter to them.
Victory on the Malabar Front (.mp3)
Your attention, please!
A newsﬂash has at this moment arrived from the Malabar front. The forces of Oceania in South India have won a glorious victory! I am authorised to say that the war against Eurasia is within measurable distance of its end. Forty-thousand Eurasian soldiers have been killed or captured.
Youth League Anthem (.mp3)
The Youth League:
Sing to the bravest on the sturdy fortress
Sing to the soldiers on the battleﬁelds
Sing to the airmen in the burning azure
Sing to the farmers’ rising yields
We are the children, builders of the future
And we the children swear to thee
Loyal devotion, fearless devotion
And to die with dignity
Sing to the faithful…
Have you done this before?
Of course. Hundreds of times.
With Party members?
Inner Party members?
Not with those bastards. ’Though there’s plenty who would.
Look, I hate purity. I hate goodness. I don’t want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone corrupt.
Well I ought to suit you, then. I’m corrupt to the core.
Do you like doing this? I don’t mean just me.
I adore it.
I just want to ﬁnish by saying a few words about the impact of the imminent neurological breakthrough.
When the orgasm has been ﬁnally eradicated, the last remaining obstacle to the psychological acceptance of the principles of Ingsoc, as applied to artsem, will be overcome. In other words, the unorthodox tendencies towards ownlife, which constantly threaten the natural erosion of the family unit, will no longer have the biological support of the organism. As we all know, the biological and social stimulation of the family leads to private reﬂection, outside Party needs, and to the establishment of unorthodox loyalties which can only lead to thoughtcrime. The introduction of artsem, combined with the neutralization of the orgasm, will effectively render obsolete the family until it becomes impossible to conceptualise.
Food Rationing (.mp3)
Let me show you what I’ve brought.
What is it?
Real sugar. Not saccharin.
And I’ve got a loaf of bread—proper white bread.
A real tin of milk.
Coffee. Real coffee.
Inner Party, half a kilo.
How did you manage to get ahold of all this?
There’s nothing those bastards don’t have.
Aren’t you pleased?
Yes. Yes, of course.
Mmm, there’s been a lot of tea about lately. They’ve captured India or something.
I want you.
I want you, too.
There is Truth, and There is Untruth (.mp3)
There is truth, and there is untruth.
Freedom is the freedom to say, “Two plus two equals four.” If that is granted, all else follows.
Who Controls the Past Controls the Future (.mp3)
“Oceania is at war with Eastasia. Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia. Eurasia is our ally. Eurasia has always been our ally.”
Everything fades into mist. The past is erased, the eraser forgotten. The lie becomes truth, and then becomes a lie again.
On Staying Human (.mp3)
So it’s not so much staying alive; it’s staying human that’s important. What counts is that we don’t betray each other.
If you mean confessing, we’re bound to do that. Everybody does. You can’t help it.
I don’t mean confessing—confessing isn’t betrayal. I mean feelings. If they can make me change my feelings, they can stop me from loving you. That would be real betrayal.
They can’t do that. That’s the one thing they can’t do. They can torture you, and make you say anything. But they can’t make you believe it. They can’t get inside you. They can’t get to your heart.
Death to Eastasia! (.mp3)
They have attacked an unarmed village with rocket bombs and murdered four-thousand defenceless, innocent, and peaceful citizens of Oceania. This is no longer war; this is cold-blooded murder. Until now, the war has been conducted with honour, and bravery—with the ideals of truth and justice, in the best traditions of mankind…until this moment. Brothers and sisters, the endless catalogue of bestial atrocities, which will inevitably ensue from this appalling act, must, can, and will be terminated. The forces of darkness—and treasonable maggots who collaborate with them—must, can, and will be wiped from the face of the earth! We must crush them! We must smash them! We must stamp them out! We, the people of Oceania,—and our traditional allies, the people of Eurasia—will not rest until a ﬁnal victory has been achieved. Death to the eternal enemy of Oceania. Death! Death!! Death!!
Chapter 3: War is Peace (.mp3)
In accordance with the principles of doublethink, it does not matter if the war is not real, or, when it is, that victory is not possible. The war is not meant to be won. It is meant to be continuous.
The essential act of modern warfare is the destruction of the produce of human labour. A hierarchical society is only possible on the basis of poverty and ignorance. In principle, the war effort is always planned to keep society on the brink of starvation. The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects. And its object is not victory over Eurasia or Eastasia, but to keep the very structure of society intact.
A Minority of One (.mp3)
There is truth and there is untruth. To be in a minority of one doesn’t make you mad.
We Are The Dead (.mp3)
We are the dead.
Keep away from me, Smith. I’m an agent of Goldstein.
I didn’t know it myself. Thoughtcrime is so insidious. It just creeps up on you.
My daughter found it out. Very proud of her. Very grateful I’ve been discovered before it’s too late.
They won’t shoot me, will they, Smith? I know I could be very useful in a labour camp.
A Defective Memory? (.mp3)
You know perfectly well what is the matter with you, Winston. You’ve known it for years, though you’ve fought against the knowledge. You are mentally deranged. You suffer from a defective memory.
You never tried to cure yourself of it, because you did not choose to. It was a small effort of will, which you were not ready to make.
Only the disciplined mind can see reality, Winston. It needs an act of self-destruction, an effort of the will.
The Collective Mind of the Party (.mp3)
How can I help what I see in front of my eyes?
Two and two makes four.
Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes they’re ﬁve, sometimes they’re three. Sometimes they’re all of them at once.
Neither the past, nor the present, nor the future, exists in its own right, Winston. Reality is in the human mind—not in the individual mind, which makes mistakes and soon perishes, but in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal.
Does Big Brother Exist? (.mp3)
Does Big Brother exist?
The same way as me?
You do not exist.
The Motivation of the State is to Maintain Power (.mp3)
A question: How does one man assert power over another?
By making him suffer.
Obedience is not enough. Power is inﬂicting pain and humiliation; otherwise, you cannot be sure. Power is tearing human minds apart, and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.
Power is not a means, it is an end.
In our world, there will only be triumph and self-abasement. Everything else, we shall destroy. The past is forbidden. Why? Because when we can cut man from his own past, then we can cut him from his family, his children, other men. There is no loyalty, except loyalty to the Party. There is no love, except love of Big Brother. All competing pleasures, we will destroy.
If you want a vision of the future, Winston, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.
Collectivism and the Rejection of Individual Self-Worth (.mp3)
You are thinking that my face is old, and tired; that while I talk of power, I’m unable to prevent the decay of my own body.
But the individual is only a cell, Winston. And the weariness of the cell is the vigor of the organism.
The Last Man (.mp3)
If you’re a man, you’re the last man.
Smith’s “Confession” (.mp3)
I accuse myself of the following crimes:
I seduced Party members of both sexes. I’ve been to the Proletarian areas. I deliberately contracted syphilis in order to spread the disease to my wife and other Party members. Together with other agents, I have counterfeited banknotes, wrecked industrial machinery, polluted the water supply, guided Eurasian rocket bombs to targets on Airstrip One by means of coded radio signals.
I stand here, a victim of the inﬂuence of Emmanuel Goldstein, guilty on all counts.
I’m glad I was caught. I was mentally deranged. Now I am cured.
I ask only for you to accept my love of our leader. I ask only to be shot while my mind is still clean.