These days (as in the days following the 2016 presidential election of the Narcissist in Chief), I find myself thinking about Winston, from Orwell’s novel 1984. In the end “he had won the victory over himself he loved big brother”. I wonder, as Winston must have, Is it best to give in and be as one of the mass of desperate men and women of have surrendered to quiet desperation?
But I am not there yet. Maybe the rats will do it.
To be continued….
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