Ch1

Cards (17)

  • 3.1
    Winston describes imprisonment in the Ministry of Love. The poet Ampleforth was arrested. To his surprise Parsons is also imprisoned after his daughter spied on him. There are also references to room 101.
  • The Party prisoners seemed terrified of speaking to anybody, and above all of speaking to one another.
  • He hardly thought of Julia…He felt no love for her, and he hardly even wondered what was happening to her. He thought oftener of O’Brien, with a flickering hope.
  • It was the place with no darkness: he saw now why O’Brien had seemed to recognize the allusion. In the Ministry of Love there were no windows.
  • ‘I allowed the word “God” to remain at the end of a line.’
  • He had only six thoughts. The pain in his belly; a piece of bread; the blood and the screaming; O’Briend; Julia; the razor blade.
  • ‘Of course I’m guilty!’ cried Parsons with a servile glance at the telescreen. ‘You don’t think the Party would arrest an innocent man, do you?’...’Thoughtcrime is a dreadful thing’
  • “Thank you, I’m going to say, “thank you for saving me before it was too late.”
  • ‘Who denounced you? said Winston.
    ‘It was my little daughter,’ said Parsons with a sort of doleful pride…’I don’t bear her any grudge for it. In fact I’m proud of her. It shows I brought her up in the right spirit, anyway.’
  • ‘Shoot me. Hang me. Sentence me to twenty-five years…But not Room 101!’
  • His eyes settled on the smashed face of the chinless man. He flung out a lean arm…’He’s the one that’s against the Party, not me.’
  • More dimly he thought of Julia. Somewhere or other she was suffering perhaps far worse than he.
  • In this place you could not feel anything, except pain and foreknowledge of pain.
  • The door opened. O’Brien came in…For the first time in many years he forgot the presence of the telescreen.
  • ‘You know this, Winston,’ said O’Brien. ‘Don’t deceive yourself. You did know it - you have always known it.’
  • Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop.
  • In the face of pain there are no heroes