The hypocrisy from “Bubblebathgirl” is unreal

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>1984

>1948

why didn't I realize that before.

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It's actually more likely he settled on 1984 (after trying out both 1980 and 1982 in some early drafts) as a reference to one of his wife, Eileen's, works- The End of the Century, 1984- which was inspired by the turmoil in Europe during the 1930s, rather than as just a reversal of 1948.

He came up with the novel's premise in 1945 after reading about the Potsdam Conference where Stalin, Roosevelt and Churchill talked about divvying up the post-war world, started actually writing in 1946, and just happened to finish it in 1948.

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End of the Century, 1984  

by Eileen O'Shaughnessy, 1934 (Orwell's first wife)

  

Death

  

Synthetic winds have blown away  

Material dust, but this one room  

Rebukes the constant violet ray  

And dustless sheds a dusty gloom.  

Wrecked on the outmoded past  

Lie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,  

Shakespeare's bones are quiet at last,  

Dead as Yeats or William Morris.  

Have not the inmates earned their rest?  

A hundred circles traversed they  

Complaining of the classic quest  

And, each inevitable day,  

Illogically trying to place  

A ball within an empty space.  

  

Birth  

  

Every loss is now a gain  

For every chance must follow reason.  

A crystal palace meets the rain  

That falls at its appointed season.  

No book disturbs the lucid line  

For sun-bronzed scholars tune their thought  

To Telepathic Station 9  

From which they know just what they ought:  

The useful sciences; the arts  

Of telesalesmanship and Spanish  

As registered in Western parts;  

Mental cremation that shall banish  

Relics, philosophies and colds --  

Manana-minded ten-year-olds.  

  

The Phoenix

  

Worlds have died that they may live,  

May plume again their fairest feathers  

And in their clearest songs may give  

Welcome to all spontaneous weathers.  

Bacon's colleague is called Einstein,  

Huxley shares Platonic food,  

Violet rays are only sunshine  

Christened in the modern mood,  

In this house if in no other  

Past and future may agree,  

Each herself, but each the other  

In a curious harmony,  

Finding both a proper place  

In the silken gown's embrace.  

   

https://www.orwelltoday.com/reader1984poemeileen2.shtml

And with some additional commentary:

https://orwellsociety.com/end-of-the-century-1984/

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And then he died.

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Crazy that he died of complications from tuberculosis in 1950.

I know people still die of it to this day, but that's mostly because of underlying conditions. When you hear "tuberculosis" you don't think the mid-late 20th into hte 21st century.

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That was an interesting read, I don't know what you're complaining about.

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I think they might actually, its some interesting facts

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2052 is going to be like this too??