1984

I'll make this short. I'm doing a remix/remediation project in my WEPO class on George Orwell's 1984, and I came across this poem/song while reading:
Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree
When I first read it, I didn't think too much of it other than it was probably about the government and the government's betrayal, though after reading the book, I think I fully grasp the meaning. That poem/song is probably one of the saddest things I've ever read. 1984 was a wonderfully written book, though I don't think I'll ever read it again. It was so intense, I don't think I could physically handle it. I'm already immensely sad after finishing it. I identify with the characters of books too well. I'm always affected by what I read. The total and utter breakdown of a man. I could never put myself through reading something that horrid again. Unless of course its for a class, then I have no choice in the matter.