2004 by George Orwell

It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the
vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions,
though not quickly enouigh to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering
along with him.
As he entered the Ministry of Truth building, the words of the great leader
continued to echo in Winston's ears..."The war with Iraq is over. The war
with Iraq has just begun"

Courtesy of Private Eye No 1116