Syme's Journal

May 13, 1984

Today was quite ordinary and much like the last couple days. Except Winston seems to be acting a little strange around me. Just the other day at the canteen, he looked sad for some reason. I should ask him the next time I see him. Anyway I'm still working on the new edition of the Newspeak dictionary, and I swear each year there's less and less words. In another century or so I bet to you there will not even be a single unused word because there won't be much words at all. This is all too fascinating; how the new language of Newspeak is changing the way we've spoke since the beginning of time. Now Newspeak can seem to say all we need in a matter of a few words tweaked a little by adding "plus" or "un". But those words don't really cut it. How am I supposed to express what I'm feeling right now? An emotion impossible to describe with words like good and ungood. No one can, especially not the proles. That's why they're all stupid. Well maybe not stupid but no one is really thinking. And the cause: words. Words and language, words and language, words and language.

Wait I think someone is knocking on the door now. I think I must go.