1984? It was 1984 once. They locked me in a house. A burning house with books. And books made me think. (Why is the thermostat saying 451, honey?)
Think? I could not think. So they made me think War is Peace. And I committed thoughtcrime.
Thoughtcrime? I did it once. They tortured me in Room 101. They made me die. I live now to praise B.B.
B.B.? He is our glorious king. We will win our war on Oceania. We will become supreme. In the year 1984.
1984? It was 1984 once. They locked me in a house. A burning house with books. And books made me think. (I'm dying over here, Winston!)