October 1984
Today my teacher has told me to write about our doubleplusgood leader BB. He is plusgood that he made the Youth League and the Spies and the Thinkpol. I want to grow up faster so that I can become a Thought Police. But first I must go through becoming a spy. My father was a spy and stayed a spy for a plustime. I might do that too. I am a good spy and my small sister is plusgood. Days ago, she spotted an enemy and had him captured! I want to do that someday too. But for now I’m stuck at home with my ungood mother who doesn’t take me out to see the public hanging when I asked her a plustime. We stayed home the day of the hanging and I played with sister, but all she could do was copy me. As we played I hear voices from down stairs and I grab my toy pistol and catapult and ran down stairs in my Spies uniform. I never saw this man before, so I called him a thought-criminal and threatened him, telling him that he would be vaporized. It felt good to think that I caught a thought-criminal. Like I got rid of one more enemy of Big Brother. While he was leaving, I practiced my shot with the catapult and got him straight on the back of his neck. I don’t know why, but my mother started to drag me away. I don’t know why she did that, but what I know I did was kick out a potential enemy from my home. Then I called the man Goldstein, the doubleplusungood man in the whole of Oceania. I hope that soon, the Thinkpol or even a Spy catches him so no one can go against BB again. When my father got home, my mother told him what happened. He was cross and threatened to take my catapult away, but in a way, I knew he was proud of me for not trusting the stranger.
Son of Mr. and Mrs. Parson
