The social criticism in george orwell'S 1984

4.3.4 Ampleforth
Ampleforth is the next person to accept the injustice of Party rule. As a 
figure who works to make poetry, Ampleforth makes a small mistake to be tried 
inthe Ministry of Love. 
The poet Ampleforth shambled into the cell (Orwell, 1961:230). 
―Ampleforth,‖ he said. 
There was no yell from the telescreen. Ampleforth paused, mildly startled. 
His eyes focused themselves slowly on Winston. 
―Ah, Smith!‖ he said. ―You, too!‖ 
―What are you in for?‖ 
―To tell you the truth —‖ He sat down awkwardly on the bench opposite 
Winston. ―There is only one offense, is there not?‖ he said. 
―And have you committed it?‖ 
―Apparently I have‖ (Orwell, 1961:230). 
The states of Ampleforth when inserted in the cell is very alarming, in 
contrast to the generous and intelligent Ampleforth figures that Winston sees him. 
He was shoeless; large, dirty toes were sticking out of the holes in his socks. 
He was also several days away from a shave. A scrubby beard covered his 

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face to the cheekbones, giving him an air of ruffianism that went oddly with 
his large weak frame and nervous movements (Orwell, 1961:230). 
The mistake that ensnares Amploforth to prison lies in the mistake of 
writing the word "God" at the end of the line of the poem that should be the word 
"rod", Ampleforth's belief in the word "God" that makes him think that what he 
did was not wrong. The right word to fill the line is "God" instead of "rod". That 
is action that makes the Party have to process Ampleforth to re-think clearly as the 
Party wishes. 
We were producing a definitive edition of the poems of Kipling. I allowed 
the word ‗God‘ to remain at the end of the line. I could not help it!‖ he 
added almost indignantly, raising his face to look at Winston. ―It was 
impossible to change the line. The rhyme was ‗rod.‘ Do you realize that 
there are only twelve rhymes to ‗rod‘ in the entire language? For days I had 
racked my brains. There was no other rhyme‖ (Orwell, 1961:230-231). 
The expression on his face changed. The annoyance passed out of it and for 
a moment he looked almost pleased. A sort of intellectual warmth, the joy of 
the pedant who has found out some useless fact,...(Orwell, 1961:231). 
At that moment he realized the strangeness of Newspeak language in 
Oceania, in fact, in the power of the Party that the language lacks the freedom of 
the rhymes. 
―Has it ever occurred to you,‖ he said, ―that the whole history of English 
poetry has been determined by the fact that the English language lacks 
rhymes?‖ (Orwell, 1961:231).