Winston had heard the whispered story of a terrible blog, a compendium of all the heresies, of which Goldstein was the author and which circulated clandestinely here and there. It was a blog with a weird title. People referred to it, if at all, simply as ‘Goldstein.’ But one knew of such things only through vague rumours. Neither the blog nor its contents was a subject that any ordinary Faculty member would mention if there was a way of avoiding it.
Indeed. (Whoops–that’s from the frenzied climax of The Two Minute Heh.)