Hambone's license suspended!

of Oldspeak will have disappeared.
The whole literature of the past will have been destroyed. Chaucer,
Shakespeare, Milton, Byron -- they'll exist only in Newspeak versions, not
merely changed into something different, but actually changed into
something contradictory of what they used to be. Even the literature of the
Party will change. Even the slogans will change. How could you have a
slogan like "freedom is slavery" when the concept of freedom has been
abolished? The whole climate of thought will be different. In fact there
will be no thought, as we understand it now. Orthodoxy means not thinking
-- not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.'
One of these days, thought Winston with sudden deep conviction, Syme
will be vaporized. He is too intelligent. He sees too clearly and speaks
too plainly. The Party does not like such people. One day he will
disappear. It is written in his face.
Winston had finished his bread and cheese. He 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. A young woman
who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to
Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with
everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark
as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful
and rather silly feminine voice. But the other voice