[Grumpy AuContraire[_2_]]

a moment
Winston recognized one of them as his own. It was a sound-track of the
conversation he had had with O'Brien, on the night when he had enrolled
himself in the Brotherhood. He heard himself promising to lie, to steal, to
forge, to murder, to encourage drug-taking and prostitution, to disseminate
venereal diseases, to throw vitriol in a child's face. O'Brien made a small
impatient gesture, as though to say that the demonstration was hardly worth
making. Then he turned a switch and the voices stopped.
'Get up from that bed,' he said.
The bonds had loosened themselves. Winston lowered himself to the
floor and stood up unsteadily.
'You are the last man,' said O'Brien. 'You are the guardian of the
human spirit. You shall see yourself as you are. Take off your clothes.'
Winston undid the bit of string that held his overalls together. The
zip fastener had long since been wrenched out of them. He could not
remember whether at any time since his arrest he had taken off all