Intelligent debate

finchy
finchy Posts: 6,686
edited May 2014 in The cake stop
Hmm

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  • simonhead
    simonhead Posts: 1,399
    Could you summarise the video, it says an hour and 16
    Life isnt like a box of chocolates, its like a bag of pic n mix.
  • finchy
    finchy Posts: 6,686
    Once you've watched the first minute, you've pretty much seen the whole video. It's strangely compelling though.
  • random man
    random man Posts: 1,518
    johnfinch wrote:
    Once you've watched the first minute, you've pretty much seen the whole video. It's strangely compelling though.

    So you sat through it all? I could only take 3 seconds :D
  • finchy
    finchy Posts: 6,686
    random man wrote:
    johnfinch wrote:
    Once you've watched the first minute, you've pretty much seen the whole video. It's strangely compelling though.

    So you sat through it all? I could only take 3 seconds :D

    I managed two minutes, then skipped to random points in the video to see that they were still talking like that. The collapse of civilisation starts here.
  • RDW
    RDW Posts: 1,900
    simonhead wrote:
    Could you summarise the video, it says an hour and 16

    Either:

    Never take crystal meth before attempting to engage in a competitive debate.

    or:

    What was slightly horrible, was that from the stream of sound that poured out of
    his mouth it was almost impossible to distinguish a single word. Just
    once Winston caught a phrase--'complete and final elimination of
    Goldsteinism'--jerked out very rapidly and, as it seemed, all in one piece,
    like a line of type cast solid. For the rest it was just a noise, a
    quack-quack-quacking. And yet, though you could not actually hear what the
    man was saying, you could not be in any doubt about its general nature.
    He might be denouncing Goldstein and demanding sterner measures against
    thought-criminals and saboteurs, he might be fulminating against the
    atrocities of the Eurasian army, he might be praising Big Brother or the
    heroes on the Malabar front--it made no difference. Whatever it was, you
    could be certain that every word of it was pure orthodoxy, pure Ingsoc.
    As he watched the eyeless face with the jaw moving rapidly up and down,
    Winston had a curious feeling that this was not a real human being but
    some kind of dummy. It was not the man's brain that was speaking, it was
    his larynx. The stuff that was coming out of him consisted of words, but
    it was not speech in the true sense: it was a noise uttered in
    unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck.

    Syme had fallen silent for a moment, and with the handle of his spoon was
    tracing patterns in the puddle of stew. The voice from the other table
    quacked rapidly on, easily audible in spite of the surrounding din.

    'There is a word in Newspeak,' said Syme, 'I don't know whether you know
    it: DUCKSPEAK, to quack like a duck. It is one of those interesting words
    that have two contradictory meanings. Applied to an opponent, it is abuse,
    applied to someone you agree with, it is praise.'

    - George Orwell, Nineteen eighty-four.

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