Bigbird
December 25th 07, 08:14 PM
branch secretary in the Youth League before joining the Junior Anti-Sex
League. She had always borne an excellent character. She had even (an
infallible mark of good reputation) been picked out to work in Pornosec,
the sub-section of the Fiction Department which turned out cheap
pornography for distribution among the proles. It was nicknamed Muck House
by the people who worked in it, she remarked. There she had remained for a
year, helping to produce booklets in sealed packets with titles like
Spanking Stories or One Night in a Girls" School, to be bought furtively by
proletarian youths who were under the impression that they were buying
something illegal.
'What are these books like?' said Winston curiously.
'Oh, ghastly rubbish. They're boring, really. They only have six
plots, but they swap them round a bit. Of course I was only on the
kaleidoscopes. I was never in the Rewrite Squad. I'm not literary, dear --
not even enough for that.'
He learned with astonishment that all the workers in Pornosec, except
the heads of the departments, were girls. The theory was that men, whose
sex instincts were less controllable than those of women, were in greater
danger of being corrupted by the filth they handled.
'They don't even like having married women there,' she added. Girls
are always supposed to be so pure. Here's one who isn't, anyway.
She had had her first love-affair when she was sixteen, with a Party
member of sixty who later committed suicide to avoid arrest. 'And a good
job too,' said Julia, 'otherwise they'd have had my name out of him when he
confessed.' Since then there had been various others. Life as she saw it
was quite simple. You wanted a good time; 'they', meaning the Party, wanted
to stop you having it; you broke the rules as best you could. She seemed to
think it just as natural
League. She had always borne an excellent character. She had even (an
infallible mark of good reputation) been picked out to work in Pornosec,
the sub-section of the Fiction Department which turned out cheap
pornography for distribution among the proles. It was nicknamed Muck House
by the people who worked in it, she remarked. There she had remained for a
year, helping to produce booklets in sealed packets with titles like
Spanking Stories or One Night in a Girls" School, to be bought furtively by
proletarian youths who were under the impression that they were buying
something illegal.
'What are these books like?' said Winston curiously.
'Oh, ghastly rubbish. They're boring, really. They only have six
plots, but they swap them round a bit. Of course I was only on the
kaleidoscopes. I was never in the Rewrite Squad. I'm not literary, dear --
not even enough for that.'
He learned with astonishment that all the workers in Pornosec, except
the heads of the departments, were girls. The theory was that men, whose
sex instincts were less controllable than those of women, were in greater
danger of being corrupted by the filth they handled.
'They don't even like having married women there,' she added. Girls
are always supposed to be so pure. Here's one who isn't, anyway.
She had had her first love-affair when she was sixteen, with a Party
member of sixty who later committed suicide to avoid arrest. 'And a good
job too,' said Julia, 'otherwise they'd have had my name out of him when he
confessed.' Since then there had been various others. Life as she saw it
was quite simple. You wanted a good time; 'they', meaning the Party, wanted
to stop you having it; you broke the rules as best you could. She seemed to
think it just as natural