Years ago – how long was it? Seven years it must be he had dreamed that he was walking through a pitch−dark room. And someone sitting to one side of him had said as he passed: ’We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.’ It was said very quietly, almost casually a statement, not a command. He had walked on without pausing. What was curious was that at the time, in the dream, the words had not made much impression on him. It was only later and by degrees that they had seemed to take on significance. He could not now remember whether it was before or after having the dream that he had seen O’Brien for the first time, nor could he remember when he had first identified the voice as O’Brien’s. But at any rate the identification existed. It was O’Brien who had spoken to him out of the dark.
Winston had never been able to feel sure even after this morning’s flash of the eyes it was still impossible to be sure whether O’Brien was a friend or an enemy. Nor did it even seem to matter greatly. There was a link of understanding between them, more important than affection or partisanship. ’We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness,’ he had said. Winston did not know what it meant, only that in some way or another it would come true.
The voice from the telescreen paused. A trumpet call, clear and beautiful, floated into the stagnant air. The voice continued raspingly:
’Attention! Your attention, please ! A newsflash has this moment arrived from the Malabar front. Our forces in South India have won a glorious victory. I am authorized to say that the action we are now reporting may well bring the war within measurable distance of its end. Here is the newsflash −’
Bad news coming, thought Winston. And sure enough, following on a gory description of the annihilation of a Eurasian army, with stupendous figures of killed and prisoners, came the announcement that, as from next week, the chocolate ration would be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty.
Winston belched again. The gin was wearing off, leaving a deflated feeling. The telescreen perhaps to celebrate the victory, perhaps to drown the memory of the lost chocolate crashed into ’Oceania, ’tis for thee’. You were supposed to stand to attention. However, in his present position he was invisible.
’Oceania, ’tis for thee’ gave way to lighter music. Winston walked over to the window, keeping his back to the telescreen. The day was still cold and clear. Somewhere far away a rocket bomb exploded with a dull, reverberating roar. About twenty or thirty of them a week were falling on London at present.
Down in the street the wind flapped the torn poster to and fro, and the word INGSOC fitfully appeared and vanished. Ingsoc. The sacred principles of Ingsoc. Newspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past. He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable. What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side? And what way of knowing that the dominion of the Party would not endure for ever? Like an answer, the three slogans on the white face of the Ministry of Truth came back to him:
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
He took a twenty−five cent piece out of his pocket. There, too, in tiny clear lettering, the same slogans were inscribed, and on the other face of the coin the head of Big Brother. Even from the coin the eyes pursued you.
On coins, on stamps, on the covers of books, on banners, on posters, and on the wrappings of a cigarette
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Nevin Bertas är författare. Hon är 52 år gammal. 21 av dessa har hon spenderat i Turkiskt fängelse, eftersom hon varit medlem i ”olagliga organisationer”. Av dem har sex år spenderats i onödan, eftersom hon suttit för länge på grund av ”ett misstag”. Trots det verkar det inte som att hennes nästa fängelsedom, på tio månader, kommer att dras från denna tid. Denna gång ska hon sättas i fängelse för att hon hade mage att skriva en bok om de självupplevda händelserna i fängelset, inklusive massakrerna i fängelserna år 2000.
”Alkoholkonsumtionen i Sverige är numera lägst bland länderna i EU”. Så skriver Carl B Hamilton och Johan Gernandt i 
Och vad gäller Systembolaget, så sälj det. Statlig verksamhet ska bedrivas i myndighetsform, inte som bolag. Systembolaget är ett sunt företag som skulle må bra i privata händer och utan moralistiska verksamhetsmål och regleringar. Kvalitativa vin- och spritbutiker med brett sortiment kommer alltid att behövas. För herrar Hamilton och Gernandt, som båda två sitter i Systembolagets styrelse, borde inte motsätta sig en försäljning om de uppfyller sina plikter som ledamöter med bolagets bästa för ögonen.
