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George Orwell 1 9 8 4<br />
That was very true, he thought. There was a direct<br />
intimate connexion between chastity and political<br />
orthodoxy. For how could the fear, the hatred, and<br />
the lunatic credulity which the Party needed in its<br />
members be kept at the right pitch, except by<br />
bottling down some powerful instinct and using it<br />
as a driving force? The sex impulse was dangerous<br />
to the Party, and the Party had turned it to account.<br />
They had played a similar trick with the instinct of<br />
parenthood. The family could not actually be<br />
abolished, and, indeed, people were encouraged to<br />
be fond of their children, in almost the oldfashioned<br />
way. The children, on the other hand,<br />
were systematically turned against their parents and<br />
taught to spy on them and report their deviations.<br />
The family had become in effect an extension of<br />
the Thought Police. It was a device by means of<br />
which everyone could be surrounded night and day<br />
by informers who knew him intimately.<br />
Abruptly his mind went back to Katharine.<br />
Katharine would unquestionably have denounced<br />
him to the Thought Police if she had not happened<br />
to be too stupid to detect the unorthodoxy of his<br />
opinions. But what really recalled her to him at this<br />
moment was the stifling heat of the afternoon,<br />
which had brought the sweat out on his forehead.<br />
He began telling Julia of something that had<br />
happened, or rather had failed to happen, on<br />
another sweltering summer afternoon, eleven years<br />
ago.<br />
It was three or four months after they were married.<br />
They had lost their way on a community hike<br />
somewhere in Kent. They had only lagged behind<br />
the others for a couple of minutes, but they took a<br />
wrong turning, and presently found themselves<br />
pulled up short by the edge of an old chalk quarry.<br />
It was a sheer drop of ten or twenty metres, with<br />
boulders at the bottom. There was nobody of whom<br />
they could ask the way. As soon as she realized<br />
that they were lost Katharine became very uneasy.<br />
To be away from the noisy mob of hikers even for<br />
a moment gave her a feeling of wrong-doing. She<br />
wanted to hurry back by the way they had come<br />
and start searching in the other direction. But at this<br />
moment Winston noticed some tufts of loosestrife<br />
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Esto era cierto, pensó él. Había una conexión<br />
directa entre la castidad y la ortodoxia política.<br />
¿Cómo iban a mantenerse vivos el miedo, y el<br />
odio y la insensata incredulidad que el Partido<br />
necesitaba si no se embotellaba algún instinto<br />
poderoso para usarlo después como combustible?<br />
El instinto sexual era peligroso para el Partido y<br />
éste lo había utilizado en provecho propio.<br />
Habían hecho algo parecido con el instinto<br />
familiar. La familia no podía ser abolida; es más,<br />
se animaba a la gente a que amase a sus hijos<br />
casi al estilo antiguo. Pero, por otra parte, los<br />
hijos eran enfrentados sistemáticamente contra<br />
sus padres y se les enseñaba a espiarles y a<br />
denunciar sus Desviaciones. La familia se había<br />
convertido en una ampliación de la Policía del<br />
Pensamiento. Era un recurso por medio del cual<br />
todos se hallaban rodeados noche y día por<br />
delatores que les conocían íntimamente.<br />
De pronto se puso a pensar otra vez en<br />
Katharine. Ésta lo habría denunciado a la P. del<br />
P. con toda seguridad si no hubiera sido<br />
demasiado tonta para descubrir lo herético de sus<br />
opiniones. Pero lo que se la hacía recordar en<br />
este momento era el agobiante calor de la tarde,<br />
que le hacía sudar. Empezó a contarle a Julia<br />
algo que había ocurrido, o mejor dicho, que<br />
había dejado de ocurrir en otra tarde tan calurosa<br />
como aquélla, once años antes.<br />
Katharine y Winston se habían extraviado<br />
durante una de aquellas excursiones colectivas<br />
que organizaba el Partido. Iban retrasados y por<br />
equivocación doblaron por un camino que los<br />
condujo rápidamente a un lugar solitario. Estaban<br />
al borde de un precipicio.<br />
Nadie había allí para preguntarle. En cuanto se<br />
dieron cuenta de que se habían perdido,<br />
Katharine empezó a ponerse nerviosa. Hallarse<br />
alejada de la ruidosa multitud de excursionistas,<br />
aunque sólo fuese durante un momento, le<br />
producía un fuerte sentido de culpabilidad.<br />
Quería volver inmediatamente por el camino que