[Darren Griffin - PocketGPSWorld.Com]

day in the Ministry
of Love, but the final, indispensable, healing change had never happened,
until this moment.
The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of
prisoners and booty and slaughter, but the shouting outside had died down a
little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them approached
with the gin bottle. Winston, sitting in a blissful dream, paid no
attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any
longer. He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his
soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything,
implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with
the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The
longhoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to
learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel,
needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving
breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it
was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had
won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

1949


THE END



Appendix

THE PRINCIPLES OF NEWSPEAK

Newspeak was the official language of Oceania and had been devised to
meet the ideological needs of Ingsoc, or English Socialism. In the year
1984 there