all four of them simultaneously.They were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided.The Ministry of Truth,which concerned itself with news,entertainment,education,and the fine arts.The Ministry of Peace,which concerned itself with war.The Ministry of Love,which maintained law and order.And the Ministry of Plenty,which was responsible for economic affairs.Their names,in Newspeak:Minitrue, Minipax,Miniluv,and Miniplenty. The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all.Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love,nor within halfa kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed- wire entanglements,steel doors,and hidden machine-gun nests.Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms,armed with jointed truncheons. Winston turned round abruptly.He had set his features into the expression of quiet optimism which it was advis- able to wear when facing the telescreen.He crossed the room into the tiny kitchen.By leaving the Ministry at this time of day he had sacrificed his lunch in the canteen,and he was aware that there was no food in the kitchen except a hunk of dark-coloured bread which had got to be saved for tomorrow's breakfast.He took down from the shelf a bottle of colourless liquid with a plain white label marked VICTORY GIN.It gave off a sickly,oily smell,as of Chinese rice-spirit.Winston poured out nearly a teacupful,nerved FREE EBOOKS AT PLANET EBOOK.COMFree eBooks at Planet eBook.com  all four of them simultaneously. They were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided. The Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts. The Ministry of Peace, which concerned itself with war. The Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order. And the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs. Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and Miniplenty. The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed￾wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-gun nests. Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons. Winston turned round abruptly. He had set his features into the expression of quiet optimism which it was advis￾able to wear when facing the telescreen. He crossed the room into the tiny kitchen. By leaving the Ministry at this time of day he had sacrificed his lunch in the canteen, and he was aware that there was no food in the kitchen except a hunk of dark-coloured bread which had got to be saved for tomorrow’s breakfast. He took down from the shelf a bottle of colourless liquid with a plain white label marked VICTORY GIN. It gave off a sickly, oily smell, as of Chinese rice-spirit. Winston poured out nearly a teacupful, nerved