There will be no strategy, no enjoyment of the process of scoring runs. All competing plays will be destroyed. But always — do not forget this, Winston — always there will be the intoxication of Natinals, constantly choking and constantly growing more obvious. Always, at every moment, there will be no thrill of victory, no sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a winning scorecard — forever.
