Winston ran down stairs with a lack of interest after his confrontation with O’Brian in the daunting room on several occasions, a sense of fondness; apathetic, empty fondness, for Big Brother. Winston didn’t really remember what happened, most things were fuzzy for him. He vaguely remembered anything that happened in that room. Soon after Winston Decided to head over to the park to meet the beautiful dark headed woman who he knew as Julia. An unbearable sense of nostalgia was trapped within his psyche, fighting for release. Winston halted to gaze at the post. It read: “Domination” as if to make a humble brag. Immediately to the left of this word was an engraved picture of Big Brother. The war immediately came into vision as if implanted; it was the war with Eurasia. Winston had known this, but he began to question himself unsurely. Soon after he arrived at the industrial park, without luster as if this meeting had no paramount. Julia had caught his eye from a distance as did the telescreens, he had been staring awhile. Why did he care? Thought Crime was nearly impossible for him to commit, he was absolutely loyal. Julia beckoned him with a gleaming smile and a slight hand gesture. “Good – morning Winston””Good – morning , Julia..”
Winston slowly studied her, he had seen her scarlet sash which he glared at with much intent. He stared for quite some time; She was quite aware to this. Winston saw this as an emblem and a personality he wasn’t familiar with. “When did you start wearing that?”
“What do you mean? My sash?””Yeah, your sash””I’ve always worn this. They don’t approve of sex, Big Brother of course, why wouldn’t I wear it?” Winston peered into the atmosphere. He tried to recall on his unexpected encounter with O’Brian. He couldn’t seem to truly recollect why he was with O’Brian. Julia wore the sash with a sense of un – relentless pride. Winston couldn’t remember any previous moment in time where she had worn it in such an un- common manner. That’s when it hit him, an expeditious recollection of the past. He didn’t remember Julia as a clean-minded anti-sex affiliate. He immediately remembered her as a sex crazed Individual. She was an extremely defiant girl who absolutely apposed Big Brother and The Party. Julia was creating such an innocent façade which never existed, why? Winston, completely baffled begins to ponders intesly about O’Brian and Room 101. What had he done to him and why is he suddenly recreating his personality. A rush of memories came flooding back.
Winston remembers what is in Room 101. Rats. He was afraid of rats. O’Brian used them to cause memory loss. It wasn’t just a brainwashing technique. O’Brian had infected Winston with a disease called Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. O’Brian was repugnant, he created images, words, stories and pseudo-love for Big Brother and the Party.
Winston remembers O’Brian explaining his brutal cynicism for the Party, yet he continues to convince Winston that the Party and Big Brother are to be trusted. O’Brian was a master of doublethink. O’Brian compiles contradictory sentences, phrases and stories. He believes he could defeat Winston.
“Julia?””Yes Winston?””Come travel with me to the countryside, we have to talk”