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words. But not a bit of it! We re destroying words -- scores of them, hundreds of them, every day. We re
cutting the language down to the bone. The Eleventh Edition won t contain a single word that will become
obsolete before the year 2050.
He bit hungrily into his bread and swallowed a couple of mouthfuls, then continued speaking, with a sort
of pedant s passion. His thin dark face had become animated, his eyes had lost their mocking expression
and grown almost dreamy.
It s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. Of course the great wastage is in the verbs and
adjectives, but there are hundreds of nouns that can be got rid of as well. It isn t only the synonyms; there
are also the antonyms. After all, what justification is there for a word which is simply the opposite of some
other word? A word contains its opposite in itself. Take good , for instance. If you have a word like
good , what need is there for a word like bad ? Ungood will do just as well -- better, because it s an
exact opposite, which the other is not. Or again, if you want a stronger version of good , what sense is
there in having a whole string of vague useless words like excellent and splendid and all the rest of
them? Plusgood covers the meaning, or doubleplusgood if you want something stronger still. Of
course we use those forms already. but in the final version of Newspeak there ll be nothing else. In the end
the whole notion of goodness and badness will be covered by only six words in reality, only one word.
Don t you see the beauty of that, Winston? It was B.B. s idea originally, of course, he added as an
afterthought.
A sort of vapid eagerness flitted across Winston s face at the mention of Big Brother. Nevertheless Syme
immediately detected a certain lack of enthusiasm.
You haven t a real appreciation of Newspeak, Winston, he said almost sadly. Even when you write it
you re still thinking in Oldspeak. I ve read some of those pieces that you write in The Times occasionally.
They re good enough, but they re translations. In your heart you d prefer to stick to Oldspeak, with all its
vagueness and its useless shades of meaning. You don t grasp the beauty of the destruction of words. Do
you know that Newspeak is the only language in the world whose vocabulary gets smaller every year?
Winston did know that, of course. He smiled, sympathetically he hoped, not trusting himself to speak.
Syme bit off another fragment of the dark-coloured bread, chewed it briefly, and went on:
Don t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall
make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every
concept that can ever be needed, will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and
all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten. Already, in the Eleventh Edition, we re not far from
that point. But the process will still be continuing long after you and I are dead. Every year fewer and fewer
words, and the range of consciousness always a little smaller. Even now, of course, there s no reason or
excuse for committing thoughtcrime. It s merely a question of self-discipline, reality-control. But in the end
there won t be any need even for that. The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect.
Newspeak is Ingsoc and Ingsoc is Newspeak, he added with a sort of mystical satisfaction. Has it ever
occurred to you, Winston, that by the year 2050, at the very latest, not a single human being will be alive
who could understand such a conversation as we are having now?
Except- began Winston doubtfully, and he stopped.
It had been on the tip of his tongue to say Except the proles, but he checked himself, not feeling fully
certain that this remark was not in some way unorthodox. Syme, however, had divined what he was about to
say.
The proles are not human beings, he said carelessly. By 2050 earlier, probably -- all real knowledge
of Oldspeak will have disappeared. The whole literature of the past will have been destroyed. Chaucer,
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