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 they? [images of protesters appear; a crowd chants "Eurasia, Eurasia."] They are the dark armies — the dark, murdering armies of Eurasia. In the barren deserts of Africa and India, in the oceans of Australasia, courage, strength, and youth are sacrificed — sacrificed to barbarians whose only honour is atrocity. But even as we grasp at victory, there is a cancer, an evil tumour, growing, spreading in our midst. [Image of Goldstein appears] Shout. Shout! SHOUT OUT HIS NAME!