1984

           Thedark-hairedgirlbehindWinston hadbeguncryingout’Swine!Swine!Swine!’ andsuddenlyshepickedupaheavyNewspeakdictionary andflungitatthescreen. ItstruckGoldstein’snoseandbouncedoff; thevoicecontinuedinexorably. InalucidmomentWinstonfoundthathewasshoutingwiththeothers andkickinghisheelviolentlyagainsttherungofhischair. ThehorriblethingabouttheTwoMinutesHatewasnotthatonewasobligedtoactapart, but,onthecontrary,thatitwasimpossibletoavoidjoiningin. Withinthirtysecondsanypretencewasalwaysunnecessary. Ahideousecstasyoffearandvindictiveness,adesiretokill,totorture,tosmashfacesinwithasledge-hammer, seemedtoflowthroughthewholegroupofpeoplelikeanelectriccurrent, turningoneevenagainstone’swillintoagrimacing,screaminglunatic. Andyettheragethatonefeltwasanabstract,undirectedemotion whichcouldbeswitchedfromoneobjecttoanotherliketheflameofablowlamp. Thus,atonemomentWinston’shatredwasnotturnedagainstGoldsteinatall, but,onthecontrary,againstBigBrother,theParty,andtheThoughtPolice; andatsuchmomentshisheartwentouttothelonely,deridedhereticonthescreen, soleguardianoftruthandsanityinaworldoflies. Andyettheverynextinstanthewasatonewiththepeopleabouthim, andallthatwassaidofGoldsteinseemedtohimtobetrue. AtthosemomentshissecretloathingofBigBrotherchangedintoadoration, andBigBrotherseemedtotowerup,aninvincible,fearlessprotector,standinglikearockagainstthehordesofAsia, andGoldstein,inspiteofhisisolation,hishelplessness,andthedoubtthathungabouthisveryexistence, seemedlikesomesinisterenchanter,capablebythemerepowerofhisvoiceofwreckingthestructureofcivilization. 

           Itwasevenpossible,atmoments,toswitchone’shatredthiswayorthatbyavoluntaryact.