Who would have guessed Orwell had any sense of humor at all.
Winston Smith's invention of Comrade Ogilvy early on in 1984, complete with his absurd death, is a wonderful satire.
At twenty-three he had perished in action.
Pursued by enemy jet planes while flying over the Indian Ocean with important despatches [sic], he had weighted his body with his machine gun and leapt out of the helicopter into deep water, despatches and all - an end, said Big Brother, which it was impossible to contemplate without feelings of envy.
Or maybe it's only amusing after a bit of whiskey.
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