It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place or within range of a telescreen. The smallest thing could give you away. A nervous tic, an unconscious look of anxiety, a habit of muttering to yourself— anything that carried with it the suggestion of abnormality, of having something to hide. In any case, to wear an improper expression on your face was itself a punishable offense. There was even a word for it in Newspeak: Facecrime.
Quotation from George Orwell, 1984

The recovery plan at work: Stimulus funds for perverts to create peepholes.
Jeepers Creepers
It’s the Peepers
Time to move to the country
all i can say is LOL! i think i have an idea how it feels like LOL
Sera, dear girl… what’s with all the toilet images? :-\
Oh me…this is funny. Love the site.
Oh believe me if they could they would.
Now it’s poop screening???
I love George Orwell. Have you read Down and Out in Paris and London?
I love the photos and their meaning. One of the many reasons I am enjoying life in Costa Rica… They have a saying here, Pura Vida, which means Pure Life literally, but here it just means enjoy now…
Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keeps the law, happy is he.
King James Bible Proverbs 29:18
i’ve heard a more recent version….. where there is no vision, the people parish. ….or maybe the peephole parish?
Surveillance induced morality is an example of cultural retardation.
Searphine: Here in Phoenix, we have traffic camera’s and traffic vans that park on sidewalks with aluminum visors over the windows while speeders are photographed. Walk into any department store and those conspicuously inconspicuous cameras monitor our every move. It’s sad that we have reached this state of affairs.
I was watching Miss Marple last night and in the introduction to the show they said that it was dangerous to even think something around her that you didn’t want her to know. Never did I think that Agatha Christey and George Orwell had a point of intersection.
Thanks for your comment on my blog, my fellow fishy friend. If you run into Dave in S.F. tell him hello for me.
I can’t find an Orwell quote about restrooms but he did start one piece on Marrakech with the imortal line “As the corpse went past the the flies left the restaurant table in a cloud and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes later”.
Which is almost as good
Don’t develop bathroom phobia, big brother isn’t watching you there!
(at least I hope…)