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"Read The Bible" |
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19 Feb 2006 06:00:28 AM |
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Re: Mindful of the Words |
Remember the words of the Lord Jesus... Acts 20:35
Remember ye the words which were spoken before of the
apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ... Jude 1:17
If thou put the brethren in remembrance of these
things, thou shalt be a good minister of Jesus
Christ, nourished up in the words of faith and of
good doctrine, whereunto thou hast attained.
1 Timothy 4:6
They received the word with all readiness of mind,
and searched the scriptures daily, whether those
things were so. Acts 17:11
----
Words whereby thou and all thy house shall be
saved. Acts 11:14
The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit,
and they are life. John 6:63
The words of eternal life. John 6:68
The words of this life. Acts 5:20
----
The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth
understanding unto the simple. Psalms 119:130
Apply thine heart unto instruction, and thine ears
to the words of knowledge. Proverbs 23:12
Cease, my son, to hear the instruction that causeth
to err from the words of knowledge. Proverbs 19:27
Hold fast the form of sound words... 2 Timothy 1:13
Know the certainty of the words of truth, that thou
mightest answer the words of truth to them that send
unto thee... Proverbs 22:21
The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and
that which was written was upright, even words of
truth. The words of the wise are as goads, and as
nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which
are given from one shepherd. Ecclesiastes 12:10-11
The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried
in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
Psalms 12:6
----
We speak, not in the words which man's wisdom
teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth;
comparing spiritual things with spiritual. But the
natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of
God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can
he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.
But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he
himself is judged of no man. For who hath known the
mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we
have the mind of Christ. 1 Corinthians 2:13-16
Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my
words in this adulterous and sinful generation; of
him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he
cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy
angels. Mark 8:38
I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Job 6:10
Speak forth the words of truth and soberness.
Acts 26:25
Speak my words unto them, whether they will hear, or
whether they will forbear... Ezekiel 2:7
If our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are
lost: In whom the god of this world hath blinded the
minds of them which believe not, lest the light of
the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of
God, should shine unto them. 2 Corinthians 4:3-4
I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled
Eve through his subtilty, so your minds should be
corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ.
2 Corinthians 11:3
Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the
field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto
the woman, Yea, hath God said...? Genesis 3:1
----
He that is of God heareth God's words... John 8:47
Wholesome words, even the words of our Lord Jesus
Christ... 1 Timothy 6:3
He whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for
God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him.
John 3:34
I have given unto them the words which thou gavest
me; and they have received them, and have known
surely that I came out from thee, and they have
believed that thou didst send me. John 17:8
If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my
Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and
make our abode with him. John 14:23
If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye
shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto
you. Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much
fruit; so shall ye be my disciples. John 15:7-8
----
Do not my words do good to him that walketh
uprightly? Micah 2:7
If any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge
him not: for I came not to judge the world, but to
save the world. He that rejecteth me, and receiveth
not my words, hath one that judgeth him: the word
that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the
last day. John 12:47-48
If they had stood in my counsel, and had caused my
people to hear my words, then they should have turned
them from their evil way, and from the evil of their
doings. Jeremiah 23:22
----
The words of God shall be fulfilled. Revelation 17:17
Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall
not pass away. Matthew 24:35, Mark 13:31, Luke 21:33
Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the
words of this prophecy, and keep those things which
are written therein... Revelation 1:3
Write: for these words are true and faithful.
Revelation 21:5
Comfort one another with these words.
1 Thessalonians 4:18
----
Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them
that put their trust in him. Add thou not unto his
words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a
liar. Proverbs 30:5-6
I testify unto every man that heareth the words of
the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto
these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that
are written in this book: And if any man shall take
away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God
shall take away his part out of the book of life, and
out of the holy city, and from the things which are
written in this book. Revelation 22:18-19
----
Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word
that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. Matthew 4:4
Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy
word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine
heart... Jeremiah 15:16
I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my
necessary food. Job 23:12
Behold, the days come, saith the Lord GOD, that I
will send a famine in the land, not a famine of
bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the
words of the LORD: And they shall wander from sea to
sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall
run to and fro to seek the word of the LORD, and
shall not find it. Amos 8:11-12
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| User: "Prometea" |
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| Title: Re: Mindful of the Words |
19 Feb 2006 02:10:44 PM |
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Is that all you can do cut and paste books?
In article <1140350428.833324.161250@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>, "Read
The Bible" <bibleverse2@yahoo.com> wrote:
Remember the words of the Lord Jesus... Acts 20:35
Remember ye the words which were spoken before of the
apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ... Jude 1:17
If thou put the brethren in remembrance of these
things, thou shalt be a good minister of Jesus
Christ, nourished up in the words of faith and of
good doctrine, whereunto thou hast attained.
1 Timothy 4:6
They received the word with all readiness of mind,
and searched the scriptures daily, whether those
things were so. Acts 17:11
----
Words whereby thou and all thy house shall be
saved. Acts 11:14
The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit,
and they are life. John 6:63
The words of eternal life. John 6:68
The words of this life. Acts 5:20
----
The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth
understanding unto the simple. Psalms 119:130
Apply thine heart unto instruction, and thine ears
to the words of knowledge. Proverbs 23:12
Cease, my son, to hear the instruction that causeth
to err from the words of knowledge. Proverbs 19:27
Hold fast the form of sound words... 2 Timothy 1:13
Know the certainty of the words of truth, that thou
mightest answer the words of truth to them that send
unto thee... Proverbs 22:21
The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and
that which was written was upright, even words of
truth. The words of the wise are as goads, and as
nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which
are given from one shepherd. Ecclesiastes 12:10-11
The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried
in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
Psalms 12:6
----
We speak, not in the words which man's wisdom
teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth;
comparing spiritual things with spiritual. But the
natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of
God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can
he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.
But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he
himself is judged of no man. For who hath known the
mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we
have the mind of Christ. 1 Corinthians 2:13-16
Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my
words in this adulterous and sinful generation; of
him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he
cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy
angels. Mark 8:38
I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Job 6:10
Speak forth the words of truth and soberness.
Acts 26:25
Speak my words unto them, whether they will hear, or
whether they will forbear... Ezekiel 2:7
If our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are
lost: In whom the god of this world hath blinded the
minds of them which believe not, lest the light of
the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of
God, should shine unto them. 2 Corinthians 4:3-4
I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled
Eve through his subtilty, so your minds should be
corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ.
2 Corinthians 11:3
Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the
field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto
the woman, Yea, hath God said...? Genesis 3:1
----
He that is of God heareth God's words... John 8:47
Wholesome words, even the words of our Lord Jesus
Christ... 1 Timothy 6:3
He whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for
God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him.
John 3:34
I have given unto them the words which thou gavest
me; and they have received them, and have known
surely that I came out from thee, and they have
believed that thou didst send me. John 17:8
If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my
Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and
make our abode with him. John 14:23
If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye
shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto
you. Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much
fruit; so shall ye be my disciples. John 15:7-8
----
Do not my words do good to him that walketh
uprightly? Micah 2:7
If any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge
him not: for I came not to judge the world, but to
save the world. He that rejecteth me, and receiveth
not my words, hath one that judgeth him: the word
that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the
last day. John 12:47-48
If they had stood in my counsel, and had caused my
people to hear my words, then they should have turned
them from their evil way, and from the evil of their
doings. Jeremiah 23:22
----
The words of God shall be fulfilled. Revelation 17:17
Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall
not pass away. Matthew 24:35, Mark 13:31, Luke 21:33
Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the
words of this prophecy, and keep those things which
are written therein... Revelation 1:3
Write: for these words are true and faithful.
Revelation 21:5
Comfort one another with these words.
1 Thessalonians 4:18
----
Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them
that put their trust in him. Add thou not unto his
words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a
liar. Proverbs 30:5-6
I testify unto every man that heareth the words of
the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto
these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that
are written in this book: And if any man shall take
away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God
shall take away his part out of the book of life, and
out of the holy city, and from the things which are
written in this book. Revelation 22:18-19
----
Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word
that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. Matthew 4:4
Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy
word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine
heart... Jeremiah 15:16
I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my
necessary food. Job 23:12
Behold, the days come, saith the Lord GOD, that I
will send a famine in the land, not a famine of
bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the
words of the LORD: And they shall wander from sea to
sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall
run to and fro to seek the word of the LORD, and
shall not find it. Amos 8:11-12
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| User: "john w" |
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| Title: Re: Mindful of the Words |
21 Feb 2006 05:24:52 PM |
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On Mon, 20 Feb 2006 07:10:44 +1100,
(Prometea) wrote:
Is that all you can do cut and paste books?
It would be good if ALL of us knew our limitations.
You certainly don't know YOURs, Phar Lap.
john w
In article <1140350428.833324.161250@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>, "Read
The Bible" <bibleverse2@yahoo.com> wrote:
Remember the words of the Lord Jesus... Acts 20:35
Remember ye the words which were spoken before of the
apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ... Jude 1:17
If thou put the brethren in remembrance of these
things, thou shalt be a good minister of Jesus
Christ, nourished up in the words of faith and of
good doctrine, whereunto thou hast attained.
1 Timothy 4:6
They received the word with all readiness of mind,
and searched the scriptures daily, whether those
things were so. Acts 17:11
----
Words whereby thou and all thy house shall be
saved. Acts 11:14
The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit,
and they are life. John 6:63
The words of eternal life. John 6:68
The words of this life. Acts 5:20
----
The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth
understanding unto the simple. Psalms 119:130
Apply thine heart unto instruction, and thine ears
to the words of knowledge. Proverbs 23:12
Cease, my son, to hear the instruction that causeth
to err from the words of knowledge. Proverbs 19:27
Hold fast the form of sound words... 2 Timothy 1:13
Know the certainty of the words of truth, that thou
mightest answer the words of truth to them that send
unto thee... Proverbs 22:21
The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and
that which was written was upright, even words of
truth. The words of the wise are as goads, and as
nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which
are given from one shepherd. Ecclesiastes 12:10-11
The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried
in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
Psalms 12:6
----
We speak, not in the words which man's wisdom
teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth;
comparing spiritual things with spiritual. But the
natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of
God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can
he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.
But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he
himself is judged of no man. For who hath known the
mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we
have the mind of Christ. 1 Corinthians 2:13-16
Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my
words in this adulterous and sinful generation; of
him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he
cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy
angels. Mark 8:38
I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Job 6:10
Speak forth the words of truth and soberness.
Acts 26:25
Speak my words unto them, whether they will hear, or
whether they will forbear... Ezekiel 2:7
If our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are
lost: In whom the god of this world hath blinded the
minds of them which believe not, lest the light of
the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of
God, should shine unto them. 2 Corinthians 4:3-4
I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled
Eve through his subtilty, so your minds should be
corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ.
2 Corinthians 11:3
Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the
field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto
the woman, Yea, hath God said...? Genesis 3:1
----
He that is of God heareth God's words... John 8:47
Wholesome words, even the words of our Lord Jesus
Christ... 1 Timothy 6:3
He whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for
God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him.
John 3:34
I have given unto them the words which thou gavest
me; and they have received them, and have known
surely that I came out from thee, and they have
believed that thou didst send me. John 17:8
If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my
Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and
make our abode with him. John 14:23
If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye
shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto
you. Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much
fruit; so shall ye be my disciples. John 15:7-8
----
Do not my words do good to him that walketh
uprightly? Micah 2:7
If any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge
him not: for I came not to judge the world, but to
save the world. He that rejecteth me, and receiveth
not my words, hath one that judgeth him: the word
that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the
last day. John 12:47-48
If they had stood in my counsel, and had caused my
people to hear my words, then they should have turned
them from their evil way, and from the evil of their
doings. Jeremiah 23:22
----
The words of God shall be fulfilled. Revelation 17:17
Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall
not pass away. Matthew 24:35, Mark 13:31, Luke 21:33
Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the
words of this prophecy, and keep those things which
are written therein... Revelation 1:3
Write: for these words are true and faithful.
Revelation 21:5
Comfort one another with these words.
1 Thessalonians 4:18
----
Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them
that put their trust in him. Add thou not unto his
words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a
liar. Proverbs 30:5-6
I testify unto every man that heareth the words of
the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto
these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that
are written in this book: And if any man shall take
away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God
shall take away his part out of the book of life, and
out of the holy city, and from the things which are
written in this book. Revelation 22:18-19
----
Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word
that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. Matthew 4:4
Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy
word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine
heart... Jeremiah 15:16
I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my
necessary food. Job 23:12
Behold, the days come, saith the Lord GOD, that I
will send a famine in the land, not a famine of
bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the
words of the LORD: And they shall wander from sea to
sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall
run to and fro to seek the word of the LORD, and
shall not find it. Amos 8:11-12
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| User: "Hengroen" |
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| Title: Re: Mindful of the Words |
23 Feb 2006 08:56:11 PM |
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In article <r88nv1do2eo26622n1hpdrdm9j6t2ot9ju@4ax.com>, john w
<johnw@yow.how> wrote:
x-no-archive: yes
On Mon, 20 Feb 2006 07:10:44 +1100,
(Prometea) wrote:
Is that all you can do cut and paste books?
It would be good if ALL of us knew our limitations.
You certainly don't know YOURs, Phar Lap.
john w
If you want to play this silly game perhaps I should post an excerpt from
the Seattle Telephone directory in the interests of showing who YOU are
Have the good manners to use my proper sig please
I have had enough of your silly games
I change my sig regularly and announce such changes
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| User: "Robibnikoff" |
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| Title: Re: Mindful of the Words |
24 Feb 2006 06:40:31 AM |
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"Hengroen" <Arthur@Rex_quondam_Rex_que_futuris.com> wrote in message
news:Arthur-2402061356110001@ppp222c.dyn.pacific.net.au...
In article <r88nv1do2eo26622n1hpdrdm9j6t2ot9ju@4ax.com>, john w
<johnw@yow.how> wrote:
x-no-archive: yes
On Mon, 20 Feb 2006 07:10:44 +1100,
(Prometea) wrote:
Is that all you can do cut and paste books?
It would be good if ALL of us knew our limitations.
You certainly don't know YOURs, Phar Lap.
john w
If you want to play this silly game perhaps I should post an excerpt from
the Seattle Telephone directory in the interests of showing who YOU are
Don't bother, we already know. Zabasearch.com works great in that regard as
well. Will even provide you with year of birth. And contrary to jw's
bitching, it is not an "exotic search engine" ;)
--
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Robyn
Resident Witchypoo
#1557
Science doesn't burn people at the stake for disagreeing - Vic Sagerquist
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| User: " torresD" |
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| Title: Re: Mindful of the Words |
22 Feb 2006 02:58:57 AM |
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The Power of Nightmares: The Rise of the Politics of Fear
Part One
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=461187809452836609
Part Two
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=863208674021515498
Part Three
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2324388902129396093&q=the+power+of+nightmares
Loose Change 2nd Edition
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5137581991288263801&q=loose+change
Foxnews - Special Report - Brit Hume
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article7545.htm
9/11 Dutch Documentary
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article11222.htm
9/11 Loose Change
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2023320890224991194&q=loose+change
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| User: "Prometea" |
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| Title: Re: Mindful of the Words |
19 Feb 2006 02:11:48 PM |
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Oh Goody
more book excerpts!
Conclusion to 1984 George Orwell
The Chestnut Tree was almost empty. A ray of sunlight slanting through a
window fell on dusty table-tops. It was the lonely hour of fifteen. A
tinny music trickled from the telescreens.
Winston sat in his usual corner, gazing into an empty glass. Now and again
he glanced up at a vast face which eyed him from the opposite wall. BIG
BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said. Unbidden, a waiter came and
filled his glass up with Victory Gin, shaking into it a few drops from
another bottle with a quill through the cork. It was saccharine flavoured
with cloves, the speciality of the cafe.
Winston was listening to the telescreen. At present only music was coming
out of it, but there was a possibility that at any moment there might be a
special bulletin from the Ministry of Peace. The news from the African
front was disquieting in the extreme. On and off he had been worrying
about it all day. A Eurasian army (Oceania was at war with Eurasia:
Oceania had always been at war with Eurasia) was moving southward at
terrifying speed. The mid-day bulletin had not mentioned any definite
area, but it was probable that already the mouth of the Congo was a
battlefield. Brazzaville and Leopoldville were in danger. One did not have
to look at the map to see what it meant. It was not merely a question of
losing Central Africa: for the first time in the whole war, the territory
of Oceania itself was menaced.
A violent emotion, not fear exactly but a sort of undifferentiated
excitement, flared up in him, then faded again. He stopped thinking about
the war. In these days he could never fix his mind on any one subject for
more than a few moments at a time. He picked up his glass and drained it
at a gulp. As always, the gin made him shudder and even retch slightly.
The stuff was horrible. The cloves and saccharine, themselves disgusting
enough in their sickly way, could not disguise the flat oily smell; and
what was worst of all was that the smell of gin, which dwelt with him
night and day, was inextricably mixed up in his mind with the smell of
those‹‹
He never named them, even in his thoughts, and so far as it was possible
he never visualized them. They were something that he was half-aware of,
hovering close to his face, a smell that clung to his nostrils. As the gin
rose in him he belched through purple lips. He had grown fatter since they
released him, and had regained his old colour‹indeed, more than regained
it. His features had thickened, the skin on nose and cheekbones was
coarsely red, even the bald scalp was too deep a pink. A waiter, again
unbidden, brought the chessboard and the current issue of ŒThe Times¹,
with the page turned down at the chess problem. Then, seeing that
Winston¹s glass was empty, he brought the gin bottle and filled it. There
was no need to give orders. They knew his habits. The chessboard was
always waiting for him, his corner table was always reserved; even when
the place was full he had it to himself, since nobody cared to be seen
sitting too close to him. He never even bothered to count his drinks. At
irregular intervals they presented him with a dirty slip of paper which
they said was the bill, but he had the impression that they always
undercharged him. It would have made no difference if it had been the
other way about. He had always plenty of money nowadays. He even had a
job, a sinecure, more highly-paid than his old job had been.
The music from the telescreen stopped and a voice took over. Winston
raised his head to listen. No bulletins from the front, however. It was
merely a brief announcement from the Ministry of Plenty. In the preceding
quarter, it appeared, the Tenth Three-Year Plan¹s quota for bootlaces had
been overfulfilled by 98 per cent.
He examined the chess problem and set out the pieces. It was a tricky
ending, involving a couple of knights. ŒWhite to play and mate in two
moves.¹ Winston looked up at the portrait of Big Brother. White always
mates, he thought with a sort of cloudy mysticism. Always, without
exception, it is so arranged. In no chess problem since the beginning of
the world has black ever won. Did it not symbolize the eternal, unvarying
triumph of Good over Evil? The huge face gazed back at him, full of calm
power. White always mates.
The voice from the telescreen paused and added in a different and much
graver tone: ŒYou are warned to stand by for an important announcement at
fifteen-thirty. Fifteen-thirty! This is news of the highest importance.
Take care not to miss it. Fifteen-thirty!¹ The tinkling music struck up
again.
Winston¹s heart stirred. That was the bulletin from the front; instinct
told him that it was bad news that was coming. All day, with little spurts
of excitement, the thought of a smashing defeat in Africa had been in and
out of his mind. He seemed actually to see the Eurasian army swarming
across the never-broken frontier and pouring down into the tip of Africa
like a column of ants. Why had it not been possible to outflank them in
some way? The outline of the West African coast stood out vividly in his
mind. He picked up the white knight and moved it across the board. THERE
was the proper spot. Even while he saw the black horde racing southward he
saw another force, mysteriously assembled, suddenly planted in their rear,
cutting their communications by land and sea. He felt that by willing it
he was bringing that other force into existence. But it was necessary to
act quickly. If they could get control of the whole of Africa, if they had
airfields and submarine bases at the Cape, it would cut Oceania in two. It
might mean anything: defeat, breakdown, the redivision of the world, the
destruction of the Party! He drew a deep breath. An extraordinary medley
of feeling‹but it was not a medley, exactly; rather it was successive
layers of feeling, in which one could not say which layer was
undermost‹struggled inside him.
The spasm passed. He put the white knight back in its place, but for the
moment he could not settle down to serious study of the chess problem. His
thoughts wandered again. Almost unconsciously he traced with his finger in
the dust on the table:
2+2=5
ŒThey can¹t get inside you,¹ she had said. But they could get inside you.
ŒWhat happens to you here is FOR EVER,¹ O¹Brien had said. That was a true
word. There were things, your own acts, from which you could never
recover. Something was killed in your breast: burnt out, cauterized out.
He had seen her; he had even spoken to her. There was no danger in it. He
knew as though instinctively that they now took almost no interest in his
doings. He could have arranged to meet her a second time if either of them
had wanted to. Actually it was by chance that they had met. It was in the
Park, on a vile, biting day in March, when the earth was like iron and all
the grass seemed dead and there was not a bud anywhere except a few
crocuses which had pushed themselves up to be dismembered by the wind. He
was hurrying along with frozen hands and watering eyes when he saw her not
ten metres away from him. It struck him at once that she had changed in
some ill-defined way. They almost passed one another without a sign, then
he turned and followed her, not very eagerly. He knew that there was no
danger, nobody would take any interest in him. She did not speak. She
walked obliquely away across the grass as though trying to get rid of him,
then seemed to resign herself to having him at her side. Presently they
were in among a clump of ragged leafless shrubs, useless either for
concealment or as protection from the wind. They halted. It was vilely
cold. The wind whistled through the twigs and fretted the occasional,
dirty-looking crocuses. He put his arm round her waist.
There was no telescreen, but there must be hidden microphones: besides,
they could be seen. It did not matter, nothing mattered. They could have
lain down on the ground and done THAT if they had wanted to. His flesh
froze with horror at the thought of it. She made no response whatever to
the clasp of his arm; she did not even try to disengage herself. He knew
now what had changed in her. Her face was sallower, and there was a long
scar, partly hidden by the hair, across her forehead and temple; but that
was not the change. It was that her waist had grown thicker, and, in a
surprising way, had stiffened. He remembered how once, after the explosion
of a rocket bomb, he had helped to drag a corpse out of some ruins, and
had been astonished not only by the incredible weight of the thing, but by
its rigidity and awkwardness to handle, which made it seem more like stone
than flesh. Her body felt like that. It occurred to him that the texture
of her skin would be quite different from what it had once been.
He did not attempt to kiss her, nor did they speak. As they walked back
across the grass, she looked directly at him for the first time. It was
only a momentary glance, full of contempt and dislike. He wondered whether
it was a dislike that came purely out of the past or whether it was
inspired also by his bloated face and the water that the wind kept
squeezing from his eyes. They sat down on two iron chairs, side by side
but not too close together. He saw that she was about to speak. She moved
her clumsy shoe a few centimetres and deliberately crushed a twig. Her
feet seemed to have grown broader, he noticed.
ŒI betrayed you,¹ she said baldly.
ŒI betrayed you,¹ he said.
She gave him another quick look of dislike.
ŒSometimes,¹ she said, Œthey threaten you with something something you
can¹t stand up to, can¹t even think about. And then you say, ³Don¹t do it
to me, do it to somebody else, do it to so-and-so.² And perhaps you might
pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just said it to
make them stop and didn¹t really mean it. But that isn¹t true. At the time
when it happens you do mean it. You think there¹s no other way of saving
yourself, and you¹re quite ready to save yourself that way. You WANT it to
happen to the other person. You don¹t give a damn what they suffer. All
you care about is yourself.¹
ŒAll you care about is yourself,¹ he echoed.
ŒAnd after that, you don¹t feel the same towards the other person any longer.¹
ŒNo,¹ he said, Œyou don¹t feel the same.¹
There did not seem to be anything more to say. The wind plastered their
thin overalls against their bodies. Almost at once it became embarrassing
to sit there in silence: besides, it was too cold to keep still. She said
something about catching her Tube and stood up to go.
ŒWe must meet again,¹ he said.
ŒYes,¹ she said, Œwe must meet again.¹
He followed irresolutely for a little distance, half a pace behind her.
They did not speak again. She did not actually try to shake him off, but
walked at just such a speed as to prevent his keeping abreast of her. He
had made up his mind that he would accompany her as far as the Tube
station, but suddenly this process of trailing along in the cold seemed
pointless and unbearable. He was overwhelmed by a desire not so much to
get away from Julia as to get back to the Chestnut Tree Cafe, which had
never seemed so attractive as at this moment. He had a nostalgic vision of
his corner table, with the newspaper and the chessboard and the
ever-flowing gin. Above all, it would be warm in there. The next moment,
not altogether by accident, he allowed himself to become separated from
her by a small knot of people. He made a half-hearted attempt to catch up,
then slowed down, turned, and made off in the opposite direction. When he
had gone fifty metres he looked back. The street was not crowded, but
already he could not distinguish her. Any one of a dozen hurrying figures
might have been hers. Perhaps her thickened, stiffened body was no longer
recognizable from behind.
ŒAt the time when it happens,¹ she had said, Œyou do mean it.¹ He had
meant it. He had not merely said it, he had wished it. He had wished that
she and not he should be delivered over to the‹‹
Something changed in the music that trickled from the telescreen. A
cracked and jeering note, a yellow note, came into it. And then‹perhaps it
was not happening, perhaps it was only a memory taking on the semblance of
sound‹a voice was singing:
ŒUnder the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me‹‹¹
The tears welled up in his eyes. A passing waiter noticed that his glass
was empty and came back with the gin bottle.
He took up his glass and sniffed at it. The stuff grew not less but more
horrible with every mouthful he drank. But it had become the element he
swam in. It was his life, his death, and his resurrection. It was gin that
sank him into stupor every night, and gin that revived him every morning.
When he woke, seldom before eleven hundred, with gummed-up eyelids and
fiery mouth and a back that seemed to be broken, it would have been
impossible even to rise from the horizontal if it had not been for the
bottle and teacup placed beside the bed overnight. Through the midday
hours he sat with glazed face, the bottle handy, listening to the
telescreen. From fifteen to closing-time he was a fixture in the Chestnut
Tree. No one cared what he did any longer, no whistle woke him, no
telescreen admonished him. Occasionally, perhaps twice a week, he went to
a dusty, forgotten-looking office in the Ministry of Truth and did a
little work, or what was called work. He had been appointed to a
sub-committee of a sub-committee which had sprouted from one of the
innumerable committees dealing with minor difficulties that arose in the
compilation of the Eleventh Edition of the Newspeak Dictionary. They were
engaged in producing something called an Interim Report, but what it was
that they werereporting on he had never definitely found out. It was
something to do with the question of whether commas should be placed
inside brackets, or outside. There were four others on the committee, all
of them persons similar to himself. There were days when they assembled
and then promptly dispersed again, frankly admitting to one another that
there was not really anything to be done. But there were other days when
they settled down to their work almost eagerly, making a tremendous show
of entering up their minutes and drafting long memoranda which were never
finished‹when the argument as to what they were supposedly arguing about
grew extraordinarily involved and abstruse, with subtle haggling over
definitions, enormous digressions, quarrels‹threats, even, to appeal to
higher authority. And then suddenly the life would go out of them and they
would sit round the table looking at one another with extinct eyes, like
ghosts fading at *****-crow.
The telescreen was silent for a moment. Winston raised his head again. The
bulletin! But no, they were merely changing the music. He had the map of
Africa behind his eyelids. The movement of the armies was a diagram: a
black arrow tearing vertically southward, and a white arrow horizontally
eastward, across the tail of the first. As though for reassurance he
looked up at the imperturbable face in the portrait. Was it conceivable
that the second arrow did not even exist?
His interest flagged again. He drank another mouthful of gin, picked up
the white knight and made a tentative move. Check. But it was evidently
not the right move, because‹‹
Uncalled, a memory floated into his mind. He saw a candle-lit room with a
vast white-counterpaned bed, and himself, a boy of nine or ten, sitting on
the floor, shaking a dice-box, and laughing excitedly. His mother was
sitting opposite him and also laughing.
It must have been about a month before she disappeared. It was a moment of
reconciliation, when the nagging hunger in his belly was forgotten and his
earlier affection for her had temporarily revived. He remembered the day
well, a pelting, drenching day when the water streamed down the
window-pane and the light indoors was too dull to read by. The boredom of
the two children in the dark, cramped bedroom became unbearable. Winston
whined and grizzled, made futile demands for food, fretted about the room
pulling everything out of place and kicking the wainscoting until the
neighbours banged on the wall, while the younger child wailed
intermittently. In the end his mother said, ŒNow be good, and I¹ll buy you
a toy. A lovely toy‹you¹ll love it¹; and then she had gone out in the
rain, to a little general shop which was still sporadically open nearby,
and came back with a cardboard box containing an outfit of Snakes and
Ladders. He could still remember the smell of the damp cardboard. It was a
miserable outfit. The board was cracked and the tiny wooden dice were so
ill-cut that they would hardly lie on their sides. Winston looked at the
thing sulkily and without interest. But then his mother lit a piece of
candle and they sat down on the floor to play. Soon he was wildly excited
and shouting with laughter as the tiddly-winks climbed hopefully up the
ladders and then came slithering down the snakes again, almost to the
starting-point. They played eight games, winning four each. His tiny
sister, too young to understand what the game was about, had sat propped
up against a bolster, laughing because the others werelaughing. For a
whole afternoon they had all been happy together, as in his earlier
childhood.
He pushed the picture out of his mind. It was a false memory. He was
troubled by false memories occasionally. They did not matter so long as
one knew them for what they were. Some things had happened, others had not
happened. He turned back to the chessboard and picked up the white knight
again. Almost in the same instant it dropped on to the board with a
clatter. He had started as though a pin had run into him.
A shrill trumpet-call had pierced the air. It was the bulletin! Victory!
It always meant victory when a trumpet-call preceded the news. A sort of
electric drill ran through the cafe. Even the waiters had started and
pricked up their ears.
The trumpet-call had let loose an enormous volume of noise. Already an
excited voice was gabbling from the telescreen, but even as it started it
was almost drowned by a roar of cheering from outside. The news had run
round the streets like magic. He could hear just enough of what was
issuing from the telescreen to realize that it had all happened, as he had
foreseen; a vast seaborne armada had secretly assembled a sudden blow in
the enemy¹s rear, the white arrow tearing across the tail of the black.
Fragments of triumphant phrases pushed themselves through the din: ŒVast
strategic manoeuvre‹perfect co-ordination‹utter rout‹half a million
prisoners‹complete demoralization‹control of the whole of Africa‹bring the
war within measurable distance of its end‹victory‹greatest victory in
human history‹victory, victory, victory!¹
Under the table Winston¹s feet made convulsive movements. He had not
stirred from his seat, but in his mind he was running, swiftly running, he
was with the crowds outside, cheering himself deaf. He looked up again at
the portrait of Big Brother. The colossus that bestrode the world! The
rock against which the hordes of Asia dashed themselves in vain! He
thought how ten minutes ago‹yes, only ten minutes‹there had still been
equivocation in his heart as he wondered whether the news from the front
would be of victory or defeat. Ah, it was more than a Eurasian army that
had perished! Much had changed in him since that first day in the Ministry
of Love, but the final, indispensable, healing change had never happened,
until this moment.
The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of
prisoners and booty and slaughter, but the shouting outside had died down
a little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them
approached with the gin bottle. Winston, sitting in a blissful dream, paid
no attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering
any longer. He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven,
his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything,
implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with
the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The
long-hoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn
what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel,
needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving
breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it
was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had
won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.
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