'Do you remember,' he went on, 'writing in your diary, "Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four"?''Yes,' said Winston.
O'Brien held up his left hand, its back towards Winston, with the thumb hidden and the four fingers extended.
'How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?'
'Four.'
'And if the party says that it is not four but five -- then how many?'
My mother had a joke/poem that takes care of that little problem...
A family of 3 were sitting at the dinner table..in front of them on a platter were 2 Cornish hens waiting for the father to carve...
The teenage son said “Oh boy 1 each”
The father corrected him, “No there are only 2.”
The son said “No Dad I can count 3”
The father asked “Why do you say there are 3 when Mother cooked 2 and I only see 2”
“That’s easy Dad” said the smart butt kid “There’s number 1 and there’s number 2, and 1 plus 2 make 3”
“OK” said Dad “Mother will have 1 and I will have 2, and the rest we leave for you”