Part One Chapter Eight

I took a stroll through the prole district and saw a old man. I thought of how he could possibly tell of the past, how good it must have been. I was disappointed when he told me, for it as rubbish. I went in the pub thinking the proles were the only link of the past but then knew that they would forget with the life that we now live in. After I went to the secondhand store to buy a coral center and a paper weight made of glass. I smirked, when I thought of committing suicide. The dark haired girl had been following me right after I left the store, on my way home. I just have to believe in O'Brien and hope that the place where there is no darkness is true.

Part One Chapter Seven

The only way for life to become better, lies with the proles. They make of most Oceania and can easily overcome the Police, The brotherhood cannot do such an act for they do not have the will. But the proles themselves have a downside. They are not at all interested in rebellion, and are not even aware that their lives are under the control of the Party. I have read a child's history book, interesting, but still did not contain any information about the time before, long before Big Brother. The memory of the original Revolution leaders is burned in my mind, how false the party was for "Arresting the leaders of the cultural backlash". They were only put aside.

Part One Chapter Six

It sickens me to think of our society as a place where sex is only good for the production of party members. I think we should be free a little and when ever we please, do what we please. It is the only bit of humanity and happiness that remains within us. Once sex is gone, like all the other human ways, there will be no species of human, but that of something else. I hated Katherine and frankly I never really knew why I married her. Was it because I needed to fit in with our current society? Was it because marrying her kept me from doing acts of rebellion that I might have thought before? I wish she were dead so that I may move on to another love that is true, that of, possibly, the dark haired girl. I once was with a prole prostitute. She was indeed ugly but I did it anyway as a small form of rebellion. I long for the day to curse out my mind in public to relieve the anger and depression I have within, at least for a while. I would soon tire, and become depressed, knowing that this life is unbearable and uneasy.

Part One Chapter Five

I had lunch with Syme, a very intelligent man. His job is to revise the dictionary of Newspeak. I think that with his intelligence of the Newspeak, thinking how it will truly narrow the thought of though crime and end rebellion, would soon become vaporized. I was also accompanied by Parsons, a chubby man whose wife is Mrs. Parsons. He discussed how splendid it was for his daughter, who recently followed a suspected foreigner, to turn him in to the police, for his boots were not of origin. A sad though came of Mr. Parson's fate, how he will be turned in like his wife, by his own children when the time comes. He however has a chance of staying in Oceania over his wife, and probably will not get turned in since the children obviously recognize their father's lauding for their actions. He apologized for his son's action towards me and I assume it's false. Soon after, the enthusiastic Loudspeak stated that there had been a 20% increase of the chocolate rations, when in truth was a reduction from that day before. People accepted the statement, and joyfully without any suspicion otherwise. After I felt as though someone was watching me. Sure enough it was the beautiful dark haired girl that I deeply hate. I think she is a Party agent.

Part One Chapter Four

During December 19, 1983, I refer to Comrade Withers who was on of Big Brother's officials and has been vaporized. I came up with a clever Idea to substitute his praising as a loyal party member by inventing a new Comrade. Comrade Ogilvy was his name. I made him an Ideal Member of the party by stating that he opposed sex. During my work session I noted that Comrade Tillotson, was speaking closley into his speak write and gave a swift glance in my direction. It was as though his life depended on his work, as though his whole charcter was built from suspision. It is uncomfrotable to think of the thousands of workers who rewrite history, only to fit into the thoughts of the party. It is an ill part of proletarianism.

Part One Chapter Three

I dreamt of my mother and my sister in a dark mysterious place located below me, they looked up towards me and at that moment began sinking in a saloon on a ship in murky green waters, I dreamt of a place, a Golden Kingdom where the dark haired girl takes of her clothes and runs to my embrace. I awoke with the word "Shakespeare" on my lips, and moments later the telescreen, accompanied by a high pitched whistle, turns on to start another horrible exercise before another day of work.

Part One Chapter two

I was Frightened By the sound of knocking at my door for I surely believed I would be tortures or killed for what i have done. A sudden moment of relief filled me as I opened the door to find Mrs. Parsons who needed help with her kitchen sink. As I was working on it, I noticed the behavior of her children whom were for the Party and law enforcers such as the thought police. I managed to fix the sink without a problem, and before I left I was struck with a projectile from a toy gun by Mrs. Parson's son. I did not fret and left. I felt sorry for Mrs. Parsons because it was as though she knew what would become of them, and how likely it will be for her own children to swiftly turn her in, for something she would probably never commit.