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Rereading Nineteen Eighty Four – Part III Chap. 4 (10)

Winston ran hand over his face, trying to familiarize himself with the new shape.

There were deep furrows in the cheeks, the cheekbones felt sharp, the nose flattened.

Since last seeing himself in the glass he had been given a complete new set of teeth. It was not easy to preserve inscrutability when you did not know what your face looked like.

 In any case, mere control of the features was not enough. For the first time he perceived that if you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself.

You must know all the while that it is there, but until it is needed you must never let it emerge into your consciousness in any shape that could be given a name.

From now onwards he must not only think right; he must feel right, dream right. And all the while he must keep his hatred locked up inside him like a ball of matter which was part of himself and yet unconnected with the rest of him, a kind of cyst.

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