Re: Strange dog...

in the paper. O'Brien looked at his
wrist-watch again.
'You had better go back to your Pantry, Martin,' he said. 'I shall
switch on in a quarter of an hour. Take a good look at these comrades"
faces before you go. You will be seeing them again. I may not.'
Exactly as they had done at the front door, the little man's dark eyes
flickered over their faces. There was not a trace of friendliness in his
manner. He was memorizing their appearance, but he felt no interest in
them, or appeared to feel none. It occurred to Winston that a synthetic
face was perhaps incapable of changing its expression. Without speaking or
giving any kind of salutation, Martin went out, closing the door silently
behind him. O'Brien was strolling up and down, one hand in the pocket of
his black overalls, the other holding his cigarette.
'You understand,' he said, 'that you will be fighting in the dark. You
will always be in the dark. You will receive orders and you will obey them,
without knowing why. Later I shall send you a book from which you will
learn the true nature of the society we live in, and the strategy by which
we shall destroy it. When you have read the book, you will be full members
of the Brotherhood. But between the general aims that we are fighting for
and the immedi