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O'Brien turned himslf a little in his chair so that he was facing Winston. He almost ignored Julia, seeming to take it for granted that Winston could speak for her. For a moment the lids flitted down over his eyes. He began asking his questions in a low, expressionless voice, as though this were a routine, a sort of catechism, most of whose answers were known to him already. "You are prepared to give your lives?" "Yes." "You are prepared to commit murder?" "Yes." "To commit acts of sabotage which may cause the death of hundreds of innocent people?" "Yes." "To betray your country to foreign powers?" "Yes." "You are prepred to cheat, to forge, to blackmail, to distribute habit-forming drugs, to encourage prostitution, to disseminate venereal diseases---to do anything which is likely to cause demoralization and weaken the power of the Party?" "Yes." "If, for example, it would somehow serve our interests to throw sulphuric acid in a child's face---are you prepared to do that?" "Yes." "You are prepared to lose your identity and live out the rest of your life as a waiter or a dock worker?" "Yes." "You are prepared to commit suicide, if and when we order you to do so?" "Yes." "You are prepared, the two of you, to separate and never see one another again?" "No!" broke in Julia. It appeared to Winston that a long time passed before he answered. For a moment he seemed even to have been deprived of the power of speech. His tongue worked soundlessly, forming the opening syllables first of one word, then of the other over and over again. Until he had said it, he did not know which word he was going to say. "No," he said finally. "You did well to tell me," said O'Brien, "It is necessary for us to know everything."
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Ahhhh...sweet memories. My friends and I are huddled in our hotel room, making prank calls. We call Andrew. We speak like southern belles, telling him our vibrating bed is broken, and would he mind coming to fix it for us. We ask him what his name is. A quiet pause. "Winston."
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"Ashes", he said, "Not even identifiable ashes. Dust. It does not exist. It never existed."
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what's it to you?
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