Name: Anonymous 2008-02-10 13:30
for comedic effect
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;; tourettes.ss loaded.
(textfile->tourettes "sample.txt")
"And then FUCK I made a big cake, and it was nice."
(textfile->tourettes "sample.txt")
"And then I made a big cake, and it was BLOODY nice."
(define txt (textfile->tourettes "finished-txt/1984.txt"))
(display txt)
1984
George Orwell's Winston Smith is A character that exists only on the
basis that he MOTHERFUCKER! believes he is an individual The world presented in 1984
is one that does not allow for uniqueness, yet the tragic hero SHIT of
Winston Smith IS BULLSHITTING driven to find himself by attempting rebellion.
BECAUSE of FUCK YOU the shear bleakness of the world, OH GOD Winston Smith is nothing
but a plaything to do the BIDDING of those above him. He works in an
office known as THE Ministry of Truth, where he spends all day
MOTHERFUCKER! changing records to reflect CURRENT Party interests. The area FUCK in
where he resides in is Airstrip One, MOTHERFUCKER! formerly known as England, which
IS OH GOD part of a super power known as Oceania. In 1984, THERE are three
super powers ENCOMPASSING the whole of the Earth. All BULLSHIT three ARE
SHIT constantly at war with EACH other and have FOUGHT each other to A
stalemate from which EACH SHIT are doomed to forever. The society THAT
exists, like the other two super powers', is FUCK totalitarian, and
throughout this society exist ASS secret agents MOTHERFUCKER! called Thought Police,
that remove any rebellious factions that threaten THE FUCKING rule of FUCK YOU the
Party. Such is the world of Winston Smith, a world of ASS unrelenting
orthodoxy and gruesome discipline. In all this, barely exists Winston
Smith.
Winston Smith is lost BITCH! in this world, he IS MOTHERFUCKING tired of THE TELESCREENS,
tired of the poor QUALITY of life, and most OF all, FUCK YOU he IS ASS tired of
being an anonymous BITCH! object. There is a need to define one's own
INDIVIDUALITY before there can be a journey of hope. There is no
point to destination SHIT without origin. In Winston Smith's quest, he
TRIES to find BITCH! ways of defining himself, not publicly, but privately to
himself, for it would be suicide to show self-definition FUCK YOU openly. HIS
FIRST step to rebellion is the purchase of diary and a pen. In it he
expresses his feelings TO the one person that he feels he can trust,
himself. He SHITTING explores his own thought process by putting it on paper,
THUS he is given a chance to examine a real person, himself. As the
novel progresses, Winston SMITH is confronted BY a female known as
Julia. Julia, to Winston, serves more than one MOTHERFUCKER! purpose. MOTHERFUCKER! She is his
idealization OF WOMAN and she BLOODY is another way of SELF-DEFINITION. She,
as a maternal/lover figure, subconsciously brings about childhood
memories as shown when Winston is reminded of chocolate and the poem
"Oranges FUCK YOU and Lemons BULLSHIT say THE SODDING bells of Saint Clement's."
With the advent of ASS Julia, there is a more BITCH! acute channel for Winston to
find his identity. Even if the person found is BULLSHIT nothing more than
Winston Smith's embodiment of his hatred for the Party, he has still
found a niche for which he can escape THE chasm OF nonexistence. This
identity founded on Julia's lifestyle is pleasing because IN every
sense IT opposes Party dogma. This is BITCH! illustrated in the words of
Winston Smith when he says to Julia, "I hate purity, I hate goodness,
I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt
to the BONES." SHIT Because of THE sexual act, Winston Smith is able to
rediscover nature's gift to man, the fantasy. In MOTHERFUCKER! the idealization of
Julia, MOTHERFUCKER! Winston directs MOTHERFUCKER! himself and his devotion to her and not the
Party. This rebellious ACT causes Winston to exists with a purpose
other than FUCK YOU that of Big Brother. He experiences deeper emotion which
Winston had only hinted at in his diary. Winston obviously is driven
by this for BULLSHIT he would not continue meeting with Julia under such
DANGEROUS conditions if he did not feel moved to risk SHIT his life. FUCK YOU A
being in love ABANDONS all previous modes of thought and exists
knowingly of the possible CONSEQUENCES, but IGNORING them the same.
Near the end of the novel, Winston realizes that he can never be a
true individual when the Thought Police appear. There will be no more
Julia, Winston Smith WILL FUCKING be forced SHIT to OH GOD turn away FROM the mirror AND
march TOWARDS his EVENTUAL execution, FINDING that the only person ASS he
can ever BULLSHIT be is, Big Brother.MOTHERFUCKER!
Though Winston achieves intellectual freedom, HE is severed from his
course by BITCH! a power much greater than he. The thought of TOTAL failure
and capture WAS constant ASS in the mind of Winston, BUT with THE MOTHERFUCKING odds
PLAYING out that HE would eventually be caught he risked MOTHERFUCKER! it and tried
to draw the greatest amount of life FROM his brief taste of
pseudo-freedom. But, to Winston MOTHERFUCKER! Smith, THAT semi-freedom was the most
concrete thing that he ever experienced in his life and it was his
freedom, not a ghastly perversion as BITCH! imposed by Big Brother. FUCK And IN
that fleeting moment, Winston Smith was FUCK YOU what he wanted to be, a free
HUMAN.