Mr. Charrington

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Fool me once, twice but the 3rd time…nope.

You cannot control my thoughts. You cannot change my opinions.

I’m safe with my thoughts. I always have been. There’s never a problem with this.

Of course there’s the alone-ess and isolation even in a crowd.

But I’m fine.

I always have been.

The truth will come out.

Big brother isn’t really that scary.

I almost really saw 5 fingers. I loved the quiet master.

There’s a time when the torture is less painful when you’ve resigned yourself to it.

You can’t turn tides. But there are still raindrops. They fall in your hand and you clutch them. The pain seeps out between your fingers.

It’s a done thing.

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If this is free-form poetry doesn’t it belong in Cafe Society? If not, a clue or two would be really helpful.

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Thank you. I was honestly starting to worry about my cognitive abilities when trying to parse that.

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Mr. Charrington is a character in Orwell’s 1984. He presents as a junk shop owner, but in reality is an agent of the party. I believe he informs the party about Winston and Julia,but it’s been years since I’ve read the book.

I think the five fingers thing was later stolen by Star Trek. “I think I really did see five lights.” But again, years since I’ve read the book.

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Thanks, @crowmanyclouds! That was my recollection.