"In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement... There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life... But always — do not forget this, Winston — always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face for ever.’"
Seriously... I don't care how twisted, deceitful, and wicked you are... Who could possibly want to live in a world so devoid of life and happiness? The thought of it is just so seriously depressing that I don't want to imagine it.
Anyway, as far as the book goes... While I guess I didn't particularly "like" the story, it was one that constantly had me so disgusted that I couldn't help but continue. I found it quite interesting, yet incredibly frustrating. I was angry and appalled during the entire story. It had its own sense of morbidity that I ate up while hating every minute of it. If that makes any sense...
Honestly, I can't decide if I loved it or hated it. A book that does that for me deserves at least four stars. Obviously, I thought it held much more merit than the dreadful "Animal Farm" which is and, most likely, always will be one of my least favorite books in the history of fiction.
Oh, and remember... No matter what anybody tells you... 2 + 2 will ALWAYS equal 4!
