Nineteen Eighty-Four

📖 For a moment he was seized by a kind of hysteria. He began writing in a hurried untidy scrawl:
they'll shoot me I don't care they'll shoot me in the back of the neck I don't care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck I don't care down with big brother. He sat back in his chair, slightly ashamed of himself, and laid down the pen. The next moment he started violently. There was a knocking at the door.