Mimesis
Winston Smith sits down in a corner of his living room, out of sight of the telescreen, opens a diary he bought on the sly, dedicates it to the future, to a time when thought is free, and writes with a trembling hand that freedom...
Winston Smith sits down in a corner of his living room, out of sight of the telescreen, opens a diary he bought on the sly, dedicates it to the future, to a time when thought is free, and writes with a trembling hand that freedom...