Re: AMC: Casting SPOILER

an abstract, undirected emotion which could be
switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp. Thus, at
one moment Winston's hatred was not turned against Goldstein at all, but,
on the contrary, against Big Brother, the Party, and the Thought Police;
and at such moments his heart went out to the lonely, derided heretic on
the screen, sole guardian of truth and sanity in a world of lies. And yet
the very next instant he was at one with the people about him, and all that
was said of Goldstein seemed to him to be true. At those moments his secret
loathing of Big Brother changed into adoration, and Big Brother seemed to
tower up, an invincible, fearless protector, standing like a rock against
the hordes of Asia, and Goldstein, in spite of his isolation, his
helplessness, and the doubt that hung about his very existence, seemed like
some sinister enchanter, capable by the mere power of his voice of wrecking
the structure of civilization.
It was even possible, at moments, to switch one's hatred this way or
that by a voluntary act. Suddenly, by the sort of violent effort with which
one wrenches one's head away from the pillow in a nightmare, Winston
succeeded in transferring his hatred from the face on the screen to the
dark-haired girl behind him. Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed
through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He
would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like Saint
Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax.
Better than before, moreover, he realized why it was that he hated her. He
hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless, because he wanted
to go to bed with her and wou


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