necessary to act
quickly. If they could get control of the whole of Africa, if they had
airfields and submarine bases at the Cape, it would cut Oceania in two. It
might mean anything: defeat, breakdown, the redivision of the world, the
destruction of the Party! He drew a deep breath. An extraordinary medley of
feeling -- but it was not a medley, exactly; rather it was successive
layers of feeling, in which one could not say which layer was undermost --
struggled inside him.
The spasm passed. He put the white knight back in its place, but for
the moment he could not settle down to serious study of the chess problem.
His thoughts wandered again. Almost unconsciously he traced with his finger
in the dust on the table:
2 + 2 = 5
'They can't get inside you,' she had said. But they could get inside
you. 'What happens to you here is for ever,' O'Brien had said. That was a
true word. There were things, your own acts, from which you could never
recover. Something was killed in your breast: burnt out, cauterized out.
He had seen her; he had even spoken to her. There was no danger in it.
He knew as though instinctively that they now took almost no interest in
his doings. He could have arranged to meet her a second time if either of
them had wanted to. Actually it was by chance that they had met. It was in
the Park, on a vile, biting day in March, when the earth was like iron and
all the grass seemed dead and there was not a b