Quotes About Surveillance

Tenias que vivir dado por sentado que escuchaban hasta el ultimo sonido que hacias y que, observaban todos tus movimientos

It was almost normal for people over thirty to be frightened of their own children. And with good reason, for hardly a week passed in which the Times did not carry a paragraph describing how some eavesdropping little sneak—"child hero" was the phrase generally used—had overheard some compromising remark and denounced his parents to the Thought Police.

His eyes re-focused on the page. He discovered that while he sat helplessly musing he had also been writing, as though by automatic action. And it was no longer the same cramped, awkward handwriting as before. His pen had slid voluptuously over the smooth paper, printing in large neat capitals DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER

they'll shoot me I dont care they'll shoot me in the back of the neck I dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck I dont care down with big brother

On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

Instead—she did not know why—they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind, when fierce, growling dogs roamed everywhere

Sin duda,podrían saber hasta el más pequeño detalle todo lo que uno hubiera hecho, dicho o pensado;pero el fondo del corazón, cuyo contenido era un misterio incluso para su dueño, se mantendría siempre inexpugnable.

The children, on the other hand, were systematically turned against their parents and taught to spy on them and report their deviations. The family had become in effect an extension of the Thought Police.

Nothing is efficient in Oceania except the Thought Police

And then a voice from the telescreen was singing: 'Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.' The three men never stirred. But when Winston glanced again at Rutherford's ruinous face, he saw that his eyes were full of tears. And for the first time he noticed, with a kind of inward shudder, and yet not knowing at what he shuddered, that both Aaronson and Rutherford had broken noses.

The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. This was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there were no longer any laws), but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death, or at least by twenty-five years in a forced-labor camp. Winston fitted a nib into the penholder and sucked it to get the grease off.

they'll shoot me i don't care they'll shoot me in the back of the neck i don't care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i don't care down with big brother

Não havia lugar de destaque que não ostentasse aquele rosto de bigode negro a olhar para baixo. Na fachada da casa logo do outro lado da rua, via-se um deles. O grande irmão está de olho em você, dizia o letreiro, enquanto os olhos escuros pareciam perfurar os de Winston.

heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had

There are therefore two great problems which the Party is concerned to solve. One is how to discover, against his will, what another human being is thinking, and the other is how to kill several hundred million people in a few seconds without giving warning beforehand.

A Party member lives from birth to death under the eye of the Thought Police. Even when he is alone he can never be sure that he is alone.

For the moment he had shut his ears to the remoter noises and was listening to the stuff that streamed out of the telescreen. It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the chocolate ration to twenty grammes a week.

Thoughcrime doesn't pull death; toughtcrime IS death

Suddenly they were both leaping round him, shouting "Traitor!" and "Thought-criminal!", the little girl imitating her brother in every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gamboling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters.

The Ministry of Truth—Minitrue, in Newspeak1—was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, three hundred metres into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:   WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.

El hecho de escribir ABAJO EL GRAN HERMANO o no escribirlo, era completamente igual. Seguir con el diario o renunciar a escribirlo, venía a ser lo mismo. La Policía del Pensamiento lo descubriría de todas maneras

Podemos estar seguros de que nunca morirá y no hay manera de saber cuándo nació. El Gran Hermano es la concreción con que el Partido se presenta al mundo. Su función es actuar como punto de mira para todo amor, miedo o respeto, emociones que se sienten con mucha mayor facilidad hacia un individuo que hacia una organización

toiled day in, day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. There was a certain fitness in this, since her own husband had been vaporized a couple of years earlier.

Para el futuro o para el pasado, para la época en que se pueda pensar libremente, en que los hombres sean distintos unos de otros y no vivan solitarios... Para cuando la verdad exista y lo que se haya hecho no pueda ser deshecho: Desde esta época de uniformidad, de este tiempo de soledad, la Edad del Gran Hermano, la época del doblepensar... ¡muchas felicidades!