Oh my "friend" Syme, or should I say comrade... Razor Blades... Razor Blades... Razor Blades... Why does everyone ask me for razor blades? they do not exist! Getting Newspeak into its final shape... to change the world by storm, The Eleventh Edition? Impossible to obliterate so many words before 2050... Just impossible. What a waste words are... Oh how the destruction of words gives me so much pleasure, similar to the destruction of history. Such a waste of the use of synonyms... not needed. very good, more good, so good. This Syme, beyond smart, too smart for my intelligence. Only a few cigarettes left to spare... Why is everyone so ugly? So many flaws when staring... Is there ever a perfect person? Not possible... Mrs. Paron's children will become the vaporizers of the future, ridding of most of the comrades I knew, for thought-crime. And yet, I still commit the crime of the mind.
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