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i love briseis

“had she really thought i would not know him? i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

ME AND WHO?!!!’?!?!?!!!????!

“she always enjoyed some reassurance of the safety that lay in loneliness, some desire to run when others drew near.”

“or perhaps she just liked to be left alone, really, to walk and to think and to be, to live without concerning herself with another.”

she’s just like me omg

my god jack infuriates me… i don’t understand why readers would get pissed at sofia but not at that asshole

“jane witnessed the muscles flex in his forearms and realized for the first time that men existed, separate from women.”

this is sending me 😭

things are starting to get really interesting and i’m so far loving it it’s so silly

this is so cute i adore jane sm

“i wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.”

exactly.

“and then i wondered if as soon as he came to like me, he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me, i would find fault after fault, the way i did with buddy willard and the boys after him.”

this is literally “does knowing me more lead to loving me less” but the POV of the evil spawn

“i saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.”

okay i love this metaphor i will take 10 pages of my journal to discuss this alone

“i reckon a good person lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.”

“the silence depressed me. it wasn’t the silence of silence. it was my own silence.“

well damn

“to die hating them, that was freedom.”

fuuuuck

“but we make the brain perfect before we blow it.”

HELLO??????????

“how many fingers am i holding up, winston?”

“four.”

“and if the party says that it is not four but five—then how many?”

“four.”

PREACH.

“it had never occurred to him that the body of a woman of fifty, blown up to monstrous dimensions by childbearing, then hardened, roughened by work till it was coarse in the grain like an overripe turnip, could be beautiful. but it was so, and after all, he thought, why not?”

“why should the fruit be held inferior to the flower?”

!!!

“the aim of the high is to remain where they are. the aim of the middle is to change places with the high. the aim of the low, when they have an aim—for it is an abiding characteristic of the low that they are too much crushed by drudgery to be more than intermittently conscious of anything outside their daily lives—is to abolish all distinctions and create a society in which all men shall be equal.”

“the essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor. was is a way of shattering pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.”

“you’re only a rebel from the waist downwards,”

CLOCKED HER SO BAD I AUDIBLY GASPED 😭😭

“he learned with astonishment that all the workers in pornosec, except the head of the department, were girls. the theory was that men, whose sex instincts were less controllable than those of women, were in great danger of being corrupted by the filth they handled.”

no shit

“in the old days, he thought, a man looked at a girl’s body and saw that it was desirable, and that was the end of the story. but you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. no emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred.”

“only five nights ago he had contemplated smashing her skull in with a cobblestone; but that was of no importance. he thought of her naked, youthful body, as he had seen it in his dream.”

HELP ?????

“for after all, how do we know that two and two make four? or that the force of gravity works? or that the past is unchangeable? if both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable—what then?”

god my brain is gonna explode

“how could you tell how much of it was lies? it might be true that the average human being was better off now than he had been before the revolution. the only evidence to the contrary was the mute protest in your own bones, the instinctive feeling that the conditions you lived in were intolerable and that at some other time they must have been different.”

“and yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats! why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?”

“until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.”

PREACH!!!

“when i saw her in the light she was quite an old woman, fifty years old at least. but i went ahead and did it just the same.”

BRO.

“always in your stomach and in your skin there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something that you had a right to.”