This town is...disgusting, putrid, rancid, nasty. I try to eat my own lunch without having to worry about the grime on the edges of the tables seeping into my pannikin. The trays are greasy and the tables are never cleaned. I would throw up if I could. If I could, because one slight, simple movement is like yelling into a megaphone, "HEY THOUGHT POLICE! VAPORIZE ME!"
While I was eating in the unsanitary room one would call a "cafeteria," my friend...well...comrade, Syme, came to sit with me at a table. It is crazy how he is so caught up in the whole idea of Newspeak. Him and all of the employees who are now editing the 11th dictionary do not understand that words are the only things that society has today. Too smart, soon-to-be vaporized. But what is the use of words if we can't even freaking open our mouths!?!
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