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Only when he chanced to put
his hand on his bald scalp did he remember the seamed, ruined face that had
looked back at him out of the mirror.
His mind grew more active. He sat down on the plank bed, his back
against the wall and the slate on his knees, and set to work deliberately
at the task of re-educating himself.
He had capitulated, that was agreed. In reality, as he saw now, he had
been ready to capitulate long before he had taken the decision. From the
moment when he was inside the Ministry of Love -- and yes, even during
those minutes when he and Julia had stood helpless while the iron voice
from the telescreen told them what to do -- he had grasped the frivolity,
the shallowness of his attempt to set himself up against the power of the
Party. He knew now that for seven years the Thought police had watched him
like a beetle under a magnifying glass. There was no physical act, no word
spoken aloud, that they had not noticed, no train of thought that they had
not been able to infer. Even the speck of whitish dust on the cover of his
diary they had carefully replaced. They had played sound-tracks to him,
shown him photographs. Some of them were photographs of Julia and himself.
Yes, even... He could not fight against the Party any longer. Besides, the
Party was in the right. It must be so; how could the immortal, collective
brain be mistaken? By what external standard could you check its
judgements? Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to
think as they thought. Only--!
The pencil felt thick and awkward in his fingers. He began to write
down the thoughts that came into his head. He wrote first in large clumsy
capitals:

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY

Then almost without a pause he wrote beneath it:

TWO AND TWO MAKE FIVE

But then there came a sort of check. His mind, as though shying away
from something, seemed unable to concentrate. He knew that he knew wh


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