THE YEAR 1984

Regrettably I have finished 1984. And unlike the first time I read every single word. 
It was marvellous(this being an underwhelming compensation for loss of words to adequately express myself). 
Each page was sodden with genial bits of intelligence, that calls to memory Leonardo da Vinci’s greatest opus The MonaLisa.
Aside from the story itself. Orwell was able to annotate his ideas (some I have been quite familiar with already ) in such a manner that shreds the barriers of space and time to efficiently convey his philosophies.
The greatest feat of all was in judiciously shelving his personal biases away from the story, which helped a great deal in delivering his cumbersome ideas(not for me though) in the best order possible.
The final six pages dedicated to exposing the implications of The Inner Party’s philosophies was done in an unorthodox manner and Orwell daringly digressed from the story to tell us what life after THE END would look like. (Something I have never seven anywhere and I doubt I might ever come across)
In all, Orwell’s 1984 is a relic in its own right, reminding us of a time when the liberties of words were put into good use and novels could be standards for revolutions.
Also it is an aspiration, wholly because a work as such defies the limit of man’s ability to contemplate, organize and communicate his thoughts effectively, despite the intermittent contours of human life. 
Insusceptible to the wear of time.
ALL THINGS WILL FADE AWAY BUT 1984 WILL FOREVER STAY😊.