[Dave Wagoner]

of Julia. Somewhere
or other she was suffering perhaps far worse than he. She might be
screaming with pain at this moment. He thought: 'If I could save Julia by
doubling my own pain, would I do it? Yes, I would.' But that was merely an
intellectual decision, taken because he knew that he ought to take it. He
did not feel it. In this place you could not feel anything, except pain and
foreknowledge of pain. Besides, was it possible, when you were actually
suffering it, to wish for any reason that your own pain should increase?
But that question was not answerable yet.
The boots were approaching again. The door opened. O'Brien came in.
Winston started to his feet. The shock of the sight had driven all
caution out of him. For the first time in many years he forgot the presence
of the telescreen.
'They've got you too!' he cried.
'They got me a long time ago,' said O'Brien with a mild, almost
regretful irony. He stepped aside. From behind him there emerged a broad-
chested guard with a long black truncheon in his hand.
'You know this, Winston,' said O'Brien. 'Don't deceive yourself. You
did know it -- you have always known it.'
Yes, he saw now, he had always known it. But there was no time to
think of that. All he had eyes for was the truncheon in the