I agree with most of your interpretations. I would just like to add that "Bullet in the Head" is a statement from Orwell's 1984, in which the protagonist, who is at first independently minded in the end because a faithful follower of his government's propaganda. In the book, Orwell describes this as recieving a bullet in your head.
Here is the exact excerpt from 1984, second-to-last paragraph:
Here is the exact excerpt from 1984, second-to-last paragraph:
"The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of prisoners and booty and slaughter, but the shouting outside had died down a little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them approached with the gin bottle. Winston, sitting in a blissful dream, paid no attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any longer. He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The longhoped-for bullet was entering his brain."
I agree with most of your interpretations. I would just like to add that "Bullet in the Head" is a statement from Orwell's 1984, in which the protagonist, who is at first independently minded in the end because a faithful follower of his government's propaganda. In the book, Orwell describes this as recieving a bullet in your head.
Here is the exact excerpt from 1984, second-to-last paragraph:
Here is the exact excerpt from 1984, second-to-last paragraph:
"The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of prisoners and booty and slaughter, but the shouting outside had died down a little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them approached with the gin bottle. Winston, sitting in a blissful dream, paid no attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any longer. He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The longhoped-for bullet was entering his brain."
It's a powerful book and very prophetic, sadly.