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courage seemed suddenly to stiffen of its own accord. The
face of O'Brien, not called up by any obvious association, had floated into
his mind. He knew, with more certainty than before, that O'Brien was on his
side. He was writing the diary for O'Brien -- to O'Brien: it was like an
interminable letter which no one would ever read, but which was addressed
to a particular person and took its colour from that fact.
The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It
was their final, most essential command. His heart sank as he thought of
the enormous power arrayed against him, the ease with which any Party
intellectual would overthrow him in debate, the subtle arguments which he
would not be able to understand, much less answer. And yet he was in the
right! They were wrong and he was right. The obvious, the silly, and the
true had got to be defended. Truisms are true, hold on to that! The solid
world exists, its laws do not change. Stones are hard, water is wet,
objects unsupported fall towards the earth's centre. With the feeling that
he was speaking to O'Brien, and also that he was setting forth an important
axiom, he wrote:

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that
is granted, all else follows.



VIII

From somewhere at the bottom of a passage the smell of roasting coffee
-- real coffee, not Victory Coffee -- came floating out into the street.
Winston paused involuntarily. For perhaps two seconds he was back in the
half-forgotten world of his childhood. Then a door banged, seeming to cut
off the smell as abruptly as though it had been a sound.
He had walked several kilometres over pavements, and his varicose
ulcer was throbbing. This was the second time in three weeks that he had
missed an evening at the Community Centre: a rash act, since you could be
certain that the number of your attendances at the Centre was carefully
checked. In princip