Re: Toliet Seat Secrets

mean confessing,' she said, 'we shall do that, right enough.
Everybody always confesses. You can't help it. They torture you.'
'I don't mean confessing. Confession is not betrayal. What you say or
do doesn't matter: only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving
you -- that would be the real betrayal.'
She thought it over. 'They can't do that,' she said finally. 'It's the
one thing they can't do. They can make you say anything -- anything -- but
they can't make you believe it. They can't get inside you.'
'No,' he said a little more hopefully, 'no; that's quite true. They
can't get inside you. If you can feel that staying human is worth while,
even when it can't have any result whatever, you've beaten them.'
He thought of the telescreen with its never-sleeping ear. They could
spy upon you night and day, but if you kept your head you could still
outwit them. With all their cleverness they had never mastered the secret
of finding out what another human being was thinking. Perhaps that was less
true when you were actually in their hands. One did not know what happened
inside the Ministry of Love, but it was possible to guess: tortures, drugs,
delicate inst