But the problems of perpetuating a hierarchical society go deeper than this.
There are only four ways in which a ruling group can fall from power. Either
it is conquered from without, or it governs so ineciently that the masses are
stirred to revolt, or i
dirty-mindedness everything has been burned out of her. It was a perfect
conversion, a textbook case.
You tortured her?
OBrien left this unanswered. Next question, he said.
Does Big Brother exist?
Of course he exists. The Party exists. Big Brother is the
to the victim and all the shame to the Inquisitor who burned him. Later, in
the twentieth century, there were the totalitarians, as they were called. There
were the German Nazis and the Russian Communists. The Russians persecuted
heresy more cruelly than
was at war with whom he did not know. In fact he had not been aware that
there was any war.
I dont remember.
Oceania is at war with Eastasia. Do you remember that now?
Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia. Since the beginning of your
How many ngers, Winston?
Four! Stop it, stop it! How can you go on? Four! Four!
How many ngers, Winston?
Five! Five! Five!
No, Winston, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are four.
How many ngers, please?
Four! ve! Four! Anything you lik
I dont know. I dont know. You will kill me if you do that again. Four,
ve, six in all honesty I dont know.
Better, said OBrien.
A needle slid into Winstons arm. Almost in the same instant a blissful, healing warmth spread all through his body. The pain wa
disconnectedly, like pictures with blackness all round them.
He was in a cell which might have been either dark or light, because he could
see nothing except a pair of eyes. Near at hand some kind of instrument was
ticking slowly and regularly. The eyes g
Then where does the past exist, if at all?
In records. It is written down.
In records. And- ?
In the mind. In human memories.
In memory. Very well, then. We, the Party, control all records, and we
control all memories. Then we control the past, do we
crimes they were charged with. You believed that you had seen unmistakable
documentary evidence proving that their confessions were false. There was a
certain photograph about which you had a hallucination. You believed that you
had actually held it in yo
grovelling, weeping and in the end it was not with pain or fear, only with
penitence. By the time we had nished with them they were only the shells of
men. There was nothing left in them except sorrow for what they had done, and
love of Big Brother. It wa
Party maintains itself in power. Now tell me why we cling to power. What is
our motive? Why should we want power? Go on, speak, he added as Winston
Nevertheless Winston did not speak for another moment or two. A feeling
of weariness had o
his body. He would nger himself here and there, trying to make sure that it was
not an illusion that his muscles were growing rounder and his skin tauter. Finally
it was established beyond a doubt that he was growing fatter; his thighs were
now denitely t
No, Winston, you reduced yourself to it. This is what you accepted when
you set yourself up against the Party. It was all contained in that rst act.
Nothing has happened that you did not foresee.
He paused, and then went on:
We have beaten you, Winston. W
crooked nose, and battered-looking cheekbones above which his eyes were erce
and watchful. The cheeks were seamed, the mouth had a drawn-in look. Certainly it was his own face, but it seemed to him that it had changed more than
he had changed inside. The
But always do not forget this, Winston always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at
every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on
an enemy who is helple
We control life, Winston, at all its levels. You are imagining that there is
something called human nature which will be outraged by what we do and will
turn against us. But we create human nature. Men are innitely malleable. Or
perhaps you have returned
out. The earth is the centre of the universe. The sun and the stars go round it.
Winston made another convulsive movement. This time he did not say
anything. OBrien continued as though answering a spoken objection:
For certain purposes, of course, that is
You are thinking, he said, that my face is old and tired. You are thinking
that I talk of power, and yet I am not even able to prevent the decay of my
own body. Can you not understand, Winston, that the individual is only a cell?
The weariness of the cell
There are three stages in your reintegration, said OBrien. There is learning,
there is understanding, and there is acceptance. It is time for you to enter upon
the second stage.
As always, Winston was lying at on his back. But of late his bonds
pain ooded his body. It was a frightening pain, because he could not see what
was happening, and he had the feeling that some mortal injury was being done
to him. He did not know whether the thing was really happening, or whether
the eect was electrically
He was lying on something that felt like a camp bed, except that it was higher
o the ground and that he was xed down in some way so that he could not
move. Light that seemed stronger than usual was falling on his face. OBrien
was standing at hi
her up by knees and shoulders, and carried her out of the room like a sack.
Winston had a glimpse of her face, upside down, yellow and contorted, with the
eyes shut, and still with a smear of rouge on either cheek; and that was the last
he saw of her.
grandchildren, over thirty unbroken years. At the end of it she was still singing.
The mystical reverence that he felt for her was somehow mixed up with the
aspect of the pale, cloudless sky, stretching away behind the chimney-pots into
in which direction his memories must be altered; he therefore knows that he is
playing tricks with reality; but by the exercise of doublethink he also satises
himself that reality is not violated. The process has to be conscious, or it would
not be carrie
intellectual liberty because they have no intellect. In a Party member, on the
other hand, not even the smallest deviation of opinion on the most unimportant
subject can be tolerated.
A Party member lives from birth to death under the eye of the Thought
of Inner Party parents is in theory not born into the Inner Party. Admission to
either branch of the Party is by examination, taken at the age of sixteen. Nor
is there any racial discrimination, or any marked domination of one province
by another. Jews, N
there is no practical reason for them. Thus, the Party rejects and vilies every
principle for which the Socialist movement originally stood, and it chooses to
do this in the name of Socialism. It preaches a contempt for the working class
unexampled for ce
two mutually contradictory meanings. Applied to an opponent, it means the
habit of impudently claiming that black is white, in contradiction of the plain
facts. Applied to a Party member, it means a loyal willingness to say that black
is white when Party
the usual deep-lunged singing struck up from the yard below;
It was only an opeless fancy,
It passed like an Ipril dye,
But a look an a word an the dreams they stirred
They ave stolen my eart awye!
The driveling song seemed to have kept its popularity. Yo
ercely when their belongings were impounded, wrote obscene words on the
oor, ate smuggled food which they produced from mysterious hiding-places in
their clothes, and even shouted down the telescreen when it tried to restore
order. On the other hand some