Then he pulled the speakwrite towards him and rapped out a message in the hybrid jargon of the Ministries: For perhaps twenty seconds he sat without stirring. His heavy face, bent down so that one could see the line of the nose, looked both formidable and intelligent. O’Brien had a slip of paper between his fingers and seemed to be studying it intently.
Winston could not remember ever to have seen a passageway whose walls were not grimy from the contact of human bodies. The passage down which he led them was softly carpeted, with cream-papered walls and white wainscoting, all exquisitely clean. He was a small, dark-haired man in a white jacket, with a diamond-shaped, completely expressionless face which might have been that of a Chinese. O’Brien’s servant, however, had admitted the two of them without demur. Although he had a good pretext for coming here, he was haunted at every step by the fear that a black-uniformed guard would suddenly appear from round the corner, demand his papers, and order him to get out. The whole atmosphere of the huge block of flats, the richness and spaciousness of everything, the unfamiliar smells of good food and good tobacco, the silent and incredibly rapid lifts sliding up and down, the white-jacketed servants hurrying to and fro-everything was intimidating. It was only on very rare occasions that one saw inside the dwelling-places of the Inner Party, or even penetrated into the quarter of the town where they lived. But merely to walk into such a place needed an effort of the nerve. It had been a rash act to come here at all, and sheer folly to arrive together though it was true that they had come by different routes and only met on O’Brien’s doorstep. They had done it, they had done it at last, was all he could think.
Winston’s heart was thumping so hard that he doubted whether he would be able to speak. He had not bothered to look up when the servant showed Julia and Winston in. At the far end of the room O’Brien was sitting at a table under a green-shaded lamp, with a mass of papers on either side of him. The telescreen was dimmed to a low murmur the richness of the dark-blue carpet gave one the impression of treading on velvet. The room they were standing in was long-shaped and softly lit. They had done it, they had done it at last!
#CHAPTER 8 WE WERE HERE TOGETHER FULL#
Nineteen Eighty-Four, Part 2, Chapter 8 Full Text As Winston leaves, O’Brien turns on the telescreen and returns to work as if nothing had happened. Winston asks if he means they’ll met in the place where there is no darkness, and O’Brien confirms it, then teaches Winston the missing verses of the St. O’Brien tells Winston that they might meet again one day. Julia leaves and O’Brien promises to give Winston a copy of Goldstein’s manifesto of the revolution. O’Brien gives them wine, and Winston suggests that they drink to the past. O’Brien tells them all that the Brotherhood is real, that Emmanuel Goldstein exists and is alive, and leads them through a song ritual to initiate them into the order of rebellion.
#CHAPTER 8 WE WERE HERE TOGETHER FREE#
Winston believes that they are free of the telescreen, and boldly declares that he and Julia are enemies of the Party and want to join a resistance movement called the Brotherhood.
O’Brien’s apartment is lavish, and he shocks Winston by turning off the telescreen. Julia and Winston travel to O’Brien’s apartment together, which is a huge risk in itself.
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