He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn
what kind of smile was hidden beneath the
dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn,
self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two
gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all
right, everything was all right, the struggle was
finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.
PS Don't get me wrong, I've watched and enjoyed some Big Brother and CBB in the past, and think it's wrong to condemn other people's pleasures; getting angry about a tellybox show like these is a sure sign of clueless apolitical twattery and cultural snobbery.
I just hate Rylan and his terrifyingly bad dye-job.
You do realise this is
exactly how Hitler started?
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