“ Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull. ”
 George Orwell, 1984 (1949). copy citation

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“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.
The sun had shifted round, and the myriad windows of the Ministry of Truth, with the light no longer shining on them, looked grim as the loopholes of a fortress. His heart quailed before the enormous pyramidal shape.” source

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