If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there, in those swarming disregarded masses, eighty-five percent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within. Its enemies, if it had any enemies, had no way of coming together or even of identifying one another. Even if the legendary Brotherhood existed, as just possibly it might, it was inconceivable that its members could ever assemble in larger numbers than twos and threes. Rebellion meant a look in the eyes, an inflection of the voice; at the most, an occasional whispered word. But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They need only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it
I think you need to read 1984 a little more carefully. There’re a few critical details you appear to have missed, but don’t feel bad; a lot of readers make similar mistakes.
George Orwell: Hey Karl can I copy your homework?
Karl Marx: Sure just change it enough so it doesn’t look like you copied it.
George Orwell writing 1984:
more like Orwell and Yevgeni Zamyatin
Man, I am a big 1984 fan boy but reading We really took some of the wind out of my Orwell sails.
I didn’t know that Karl Marx invented the concept of revolution, neat!
I think you need to read 1984 a little more carefully. There’re a few critical details you appear to have missed, but don’t feel bad; a lot of readers make similar mistakes.
You go first, we’ll follow yeah?
… Surely, sooner or later, it will occur to me to do it?
Literally the point of the quote…