What could be the most dangerous thing for an angel ? The worst fear ?

« People simply disappeared, always during the night. Your name was removed from the registers, every record from everything you had ever done was wiped out, your one*-time existence was denied and then forgotten. You were abolished, annihilated, « vaporized » was the usual word.(Chapter I-I Penguin Student Edition of 1984 – Eric Blair/George Orwell)
* one-time, not once, like there can be first and second sight, burnt third-degree and taken at face value.
At this moment W doesn’t care for it at all, actually he doesn’t care but for one thing : to be down with BB.


He was already dead, he reflected. (I, II p28-10)

Yet, « He could not help feeling a twinge of panic. It was absurd, since the writing of those particular words was not more dangerous than the initial act of opening the diary ; but for a moment he was tempted to tear out the spoiled pages and abandon the enterprise altogether.He did not do so, however, because he knew that it was useless. Whether he wrote DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER, or whether he refrained from writing it, made no difference. Whether he went on with the diary, or whether he did not go on with it, made no difference. The thought Police *** would get him just the same.
(***Thought Police like police of character. Might it be ARIAL VERDANA TIMES NEW ROMAN is of little importance but the thought will find a police anyway.)
He had commited – would still have committed even if he had never set pen to paper ( !!!) – the essential crime that contained all others in itself. Thought crime they called it.Thought crime was not a thing that could be concealed for ever. You might dodge successfuly for a while even for years (a thousand or more) but sooner or later they were bound to get you. »


THE CRUSH ON THING

« What happens to you here is for ever (words heard somewhere) understand that in advance. …/… never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. (III, II p.232)

« Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.…/… His heart quailed before the enormous pyramidal shape. It was too strong. He could not be stormed.He wondered again for whom he was writing the diary. For the future, for the past - for an age that might be imaginary. And in front of him there lay not death but annihilation. The diary would be reduced to ashes and himself to vapour. Only the Thought Police would read what he had written, before they wiped it out of existence and out of memory. How could you make appeal to the future when not a trace of you, not even an anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper could physically survive ? » I, II p.27-27

« For whom it suddenly occurred him to wonder was he writing this diary ? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the Newspeak word « doublethink ». For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future ? It was of its nature impossible (p.10, l.25)°°°. Either the future would resemble the present in which case it would not listen to him : or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.

°°° How could you communicate with the future ? ? It was of its nature impossible. Simply as long as the future is not an entity, a person should have been enough an explanation.°°°

« To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone – to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone :
From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink -greetings !

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