The camera is moving toward an Indian city. We are high and far away, only the sound of the wind as we grow nearer and nearer, and through the passing clouds these words appear:
No mans life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event, each person who helped to shape a lifetime. What can be done is to be faithful in spirit to the
1984 Script
This is our land.
A land of peace and of plenty.
A land of harmony and hope.
This is our land.
Oceania.
These are our people.
The workers, the strivers, the builders.
These are our people.
The builders of our world, struggling...
fighting, bleeding...
dying.
On the streets of our cities and on the far-flung battlefields.
Fighting against the mutilation of our hopes and dreams.
Who are
utters.
Then the publlc comes Iater.
Are you in uniform aIready?
No, Im just wearing the hat.
That way itll
take its shape better...
or Ill get a headache
wearing it all day.
The boss toId me
its a postmans trick.
A llttIe trick of ours.
Good morning.
Your mall.
Thank you.
Another one from a femaIe.
FemaIe.
Maria Conchita, femaIe.
AngeIa, femaIe.
Jean Marie, is that
maIe or femaIe?
- FemaIe!
- I
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