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of logic and at the next to be unconscious of the crudest logical errors.
Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.
All the while, with one part of his mind, he wondered how soon they
would shoot him. 'Everything depends on yourself,' O'Brien had said; but he
knew that there was no conscious act by which he could bring it nearer. It
might be ten minutes hence, or ten years. They might keep him for years in
solitary confinement, they might send him to a labour-camp, they might
release him for a while, as they sometimes did. It was perfectly possible
that before he was shot the whole drama of his arrest and interrogation
would be enacted all over again. The one certain thing was that death never
came at an expected moment. The tradition -- the unspoken tradition:
somehow you knew it, though you never heard it said -- was that they shot
you from behind; always in the back of the head, without warning, as you
walked down a corridor from cell to cell.
One day -- but 'one day' was not the right expression; just as
probably it was in the middle of the night: once -- he fell into a strange,
blissful reverie. He was walking down the corridor, waiting for the bullet.
He knew


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