[uker]

his true feelings towards Big Brother?
There was a heavy tramp of boots in the passage. The steel door swung
open with a clang. O'Brien walked into the cell. Behind him were the waxen-
faced officer and the black-uniformed guards.
'Get up,' said O'Brien. 'Come here.'
Winston stood opposite him. O'Brien took Winston's shoulders between
his strong hands and looked at him closely.
'You have had thoughts of deceiving me,' he said. 'That was stupid.
Stand up straighter. Look me in the face.'
He paused, and went on in a gentler tone:
'You are improving. Intellectually there is very little wrong with
you. It is only emotionally that you have failed to make progress. Tell me,
Winston -- and remember, no lies: you know that I am always able to detect
a lie -- tell me, what are your true feelings towards Big Brother?'
'I hate him.'
'You hate him. Good. Then the time has come for you to take the last
step. You must love Big Brother. It is not enough to obey him: you must
love him.'
He released Winston with a little push towards the guards.
'Room 101,' he said.



V

At each stage of his imprisonment he had known, or seemed to know,
whereabouts he was in the windowless building. Possibly there were slight
differences in the air pressure. The cells where the guards had beaten him
were below ground level. The room where he had been interrogated by O'Brien
was high up near the roof. This place was many metres underground, as deep
down as it was possible to go.
It was bigger than most of the cells he had been in. But he hardly
noticed his surroundings. All he noticed was that there were two small
tables stra