When he came to himself he knew that several hours had passed. He pitched onto the bed and rolled over on his face with a deadly fear that he was going mad. He wanted people, people, some one sane and stupid and good.
‘But think, Cam, it’s only an old pig,’ said Mrs Ramsay, ‘a nice black pig like the pigs at the farm.’ But Cam thought it was a horrid thing, branching at her all over the room.
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH