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This attribute controls the content of the description and og:description elements. | So many evils shatter our dignity. As we all know, when we die, our brains are shut down, robbing us of feelings, thoughts, and even our humanity. The Party is a metaphor of mortality/entropy/evil. The proles (ordinary people) are left to slowly rot as they are barely maintained by the illusion of safety until their souls are ready to be harvested, but those defiant enough to rebel against human misery (revolutionaries, dreamer of utopians...) are sorted out by the Brotherhood (things ostensibly working for a better world) and brainwashed in the Ministry of Love. Poor Winston, even he loves Big Brother, he is being driven closer to mental collapse, as his unconscious is still screaming for freedom, and the Party will shatter what has been left of Winston's Empty Shell with a bullet.
When all other evils don't break us, death will surely do, digesting our very being, leaving some sort of excrement full of filth, pathogens, and screaming void of madness beyond logic and language. The readers may ask, how does someone suffer when they are already dead and mindless? I don't know how, I don't understand what it is, but it's how things work in the horrors of 1984, where logic, objectivity, and hope are all lies. My brain already hurts from trying to comprehend the abomination that is human misery and death... Oh, death is commonly thought to be the final rest, like Big Brother being hailed as an almighty, trusty leader and O'Brien being damn good at pretending to be nice. Another clue comes from Warhammer 40,000, where Nurgle, the Chaos god of diseases and death, is called Grandfather and is described as acting disturbingly nice. |