For the purposes of everyday life it was no doubt necessary, or sometimes necessary, to reflect before speaking, but a Party member called upon to make a political or ethical judgement should be able to spray forth the correct opinions as automatically as a machine gun spraying forth bullets.
He was already dead, he reflected.
The past, he reflected, had not merely been altered, it had been actually destroyed.
And only yesterday, he reflected, it had been announced that the ration was to be reduced to twenty grammes a week.
Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your own nervous system.
That, he reflected, might almost have been a transcription from one of the Party textbooks.
Within twenty years at the most, he reflected, the huge and simple question, ’Was life better before the Revolution than it is now?’ would have ceased once and for all to be answerable.
The frightening thing, he reflected for the ten thousandth time as he forced his shoulders painfully backward (with hands on hips, they were gyrating their bodies from the waist, an exercise that was supposed to be good for the back muscles) — the frightening thing was that it might all be true.
He had still, he reflected, not learned the ultimate secret.
He did not see that the continuity of an oligarchy need not be physical, nor did he pause to reflect that hereditary aristocracies have always been shortlived, whereas adoptive organizations such as the Catholic Church have sometimes lasted for hundreds or thousands of years.
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At the beginning of this passage, the author reflects on her life as a waitress.
As I reflect on my life, I realize that it’s relationships that matter most.