Today at work, I was given a job of revising an article on an unperson. A person who doesn't exist anymore. I decided to write a new article on a person who had just died during a battle in India. His name was Ogilvy. He was the perfect party member in every way. Blindly loyal, and completely unaware of the ways of the world. Just like everyone else it seems. Except me.
Sometimes I wish I could be as ignorant as Parson. The stupid fellow just listens to Big Brother as if he was a puppy. A blind puppy, and B.B. was his master. And in a way he is. They both are.
Maybe if I didn't hear the differences in what has been said and what is being said, I might be able to sleep easier. Maybe it was a mistake, and I heard them say it wrong. Maybe there wasn't a drop in the chocolate ration. Is there something wrong with me?
Or is it everyone else.
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