1984
even if the legendary Brotherhood existed, as just possibly it might, it was inconceivable that its members could ever assemble in larger numbers than two's and three's. A rebellion meant a look in the eyes, an inflection of the voice; at most a whispered word. But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves off like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the party to pieces tomorrow morning. Sureley sooner or later it must occur to them to do it. And yet-!