Dear Big Brother,
I am filled with so many things right now: Love (but not the passionate kind, because passion is wrong and Ingsoc is good). Obedience. That deli-meat sandwich I ate at lunch.
But mostly, Big Brother, complete adoration of you, your principles, everything you stand for and all that is good and holy in the world. Except for the holy part, because I’m pretty sure you’ve abolished religion. But that’s OK, because I love you for that.
I. Love. Big. Brother.
War is Peace! (Not War and Peace)
Freedom is Slavery!
Ignorance is Strength!
Big Brother shall never die! Big Brother is Watching You! (To prove my love, I’m not watching Big Brother.) (Haaah, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t do that anyway.)
I love Big Brother!
I’m not even sure if any of these words are supposed to exist anymore, what with Newspeak and all, but I certainly hope they are enough to convey the depth of my devotion to you, Big Brother, and all the principles of Ingsoc and that please please please don’t send me to Room 101.