It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place or within range of a telescreen. The smallest thing could give you away. A nervous tic, an unconscious look of anxiety, a habit of muttering to yourself—anything that carried with it the suggestion of abnormality, of having something to hide. In any case, to wear an improper expression on your face…was itself a punishable offense. There was even a word for it in Newspeak: facecrime….”

Good grief. Why don’t they just implant computer chips in our heads and be done with it?

Meanwhile, the Montreal police are going meta.

If you want a picture of the Harperian future, all you Winstons out there, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.

UPDATE: (June 19) Toews edges away.