Winston is being treated a lot better: getting fed, bathed and his ulcer treated. His mind is beginning to change towards the Party’s ideals, however two things remain - his loyalty to Julia and his hatred of Big Brother.
He seemed to have lost the power of intellectual effort, now that the stimulus of pain had been removed.
He began to grow actually proud of his body, and to cherish an intermittent belief that his face was also growing back to normal.
He knew now that for seven years the Thought Police had watched him like a beetle under a magnifying glass.
He could not fight against the Party any longer. Besides, the Party was in the right. It must be so; how could the immortal, collective brain be mistaken?
He accepted everything. The past was alterable. The past never had been altered. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia.
He remembered remembering contrary things, but those were false memories, products of self-deception.
All happenings are in the mind. Whatever happens in all minds, truly happens.
The mind should develop a blind spot whenever a dangerous thought presented itself. The process should be automatic, instinctive. crimestop, they called it in Newspeak.
Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.
they shot you from behind; always in the back of the head, without warning, as you walked down a corridor from cell to cell.
He obeyed the Party, but he still hated the Party.
From now onwards he must only think right; he must feel right, dream right.
To die hating them, that was freedom.
‘You are improving. Intellectually there is very little wrong with you. It is only emotionally that you have failed to make progress.’