Originally posted by: Dwarn
"Winston turned a little sideways in his chair to drink his mug of coffee. At the table on his left the man with the strident voice was still talking remorselessly away....It was just a noise, a quack-quack-quacking....Every word of it was pure orthodoxy, pure Ingsoc....Winston had a curious feeling that this was not a real human being but some kind of dummy. It was not the man's brain that was speaking, it was his larynx. The stuff that was coming out of him consisted of words, but it was not speech in the true sense: it was noise uttered in unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck."
Yes, Dwarn... keep being a smug, superior ass bag. Its worked so well to convert others to your way of thinking so far... you fucking nutjob. Even if everything you believe was actually true, you would still be a nutjob, Dwarn. But keep talking... after all, you are the only one you really care about hearing your voice.