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originally posted by: Skid Mark
a reply to: Night Star
That's probably a good idea. I really wouldn't be able to help myself if you did and I'd probably post something related to whatever it is. Not to be mean, mind you, but because some part of me would think it's funny.
Room 101, introduced in the climax of the novel, is a torture chamber in the Ministry of Love, in which the Party attempts to subject a prisoner to his or her own worst nightmare, fear or phobia, with the object of breaking down their resistance.
You asked me once, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world. — O'Brien, Part III, Chapter V
originally posted by: gimmefootball400
*Hangs a nice little sign on the front door.*
PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE TROLLS.
There, that should do the trick.......
originally posted by: Tiamat384
a reply to: Tiamat384
Only sharing it because I sort of like it. Dedicated to Woody, sorry the blue owl. I shared it with him, in his thread, in attempt to show care as I believe this to be vital. And it is difficult not to care.
A man I never knew was dying with a smile on his lip. A man so many loved, laid to rest he would not be forgotten. This man, though I did not know him, never could. His tale a tear to my eye, I hear he's dying.
A man I never knew, wasn't old, wasn't new. He wore a smile proudly and said that he's dying. I know, I miss him too.
Though I never knew this man, a tear threatened my eye, I sought words for him, that dying man, he lived still and he smiled.
A man I never knew, he lives and there is hope for this world, for he still smiles.
Man, I never knew you though I saw your face passing through. Sir, I'd like to shake your hand and spend some time, talking all the while.
Sir, I have no words, what words for one who's dying. You still smile, a tear strikes my cheek.
Sir, if there be heaven then surely there you're headed. And if no heaven be up there, no god to welcome you, remember sir that we are here and remember you, and love you.
Sir, this day I make promise to you, to keep a part of my heart reserved for you, and have this memory of you. A kind man smiling, not old, not new.
Sir, could we have some coffee? Me and you? Talk some talk and sit 'neath the rays of Sun as the birds sing, the wind whispers, no, I'm not crying.
A man I never knew, a fate he should not have, but the fields are still green and this man...this man keeps smiling.