“ 1974 ” … an early manuscript

… from a recently found copy of the first (rejected!) manuscript, dated october 1947, replete with editor’s notes in red:

‘oceania, ‘tis for thee’ gave way to 140bpm dance 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 gaysoc fitfully appeared and vanished. gaysoc. the sacred principles of gaysoc.

[ed: please don’t collapse homosexuality into a singular stereotype, as i am sure the gay community is as diverse and numerous in phenotype as any other social stratum in this wonderful mix of humanity in which be live and breathe.

nor should homosexuality be used as a metaphor for the dystopian view of the totalitarian regimes now grasping for control of the new world order since the end of that really big war that finished a couple of years back that we still haven’t figured a name for yet.!!! mate, this “cold war” thingie, it will be gone by spring … ]

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 danceparty 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 homo
freedom is faggotry
ignorance is poofter
[ed: rework these, way too homophobic!!! come on george!!! i heard you were a poofter yourself … you read at eton, right … don‘t you know that rampantly lampooning gays and lesbians is a sure sign that you are one yourself! ]

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 hairy lesbo dyke.
[ed: tch tch … no george ?? big “something else” please …]

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 packet — everywhere.

always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed — no escape.

nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.

it is interesting to note that whilst people today think we have progressed since the 1950s, and that the return of conservatism and social morality is a much needed thing, which cannot possibly erode any of the freedoms that we now take for granted, things that we — and our forebears even moreso — have fought for and established for all.

… but the price of all freedoms is eternal vigilance.

everyone should also remmember that the most wonderfully open societies of their time were china in 1925, and germany in 1930.

things can go backwards. they have before. they could again.

seen cabaret? get it on video … it is not just a silly musical. it is an illustration of what can happen. and my sense of the mood of the world is that some people would like it to happen again.

let’s not let it.

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