“Before the Hate had proceeded for thirty seconds, uncontrollable exclamations of rage were breaking out from half the people in the room. In its second minute the Hate rose to a frenzy. People were leaping up and down in their places and shouting at the tops of their voices.
The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretense was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group like an electric current, turning one even against one’s will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic.
The Hate rose to its climax. At this moment the entire group of people broke into a deep, slow, rhythmical chant, over and over again, very slowly – a heavy, murmurous sound, somehow curiously savage. For perhaps as much as thirty seconds they kept it up. It was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise.”
– George Orwell, 1984