Oh this horror, this darkness... A jail cell, of the Thought-Police. What have I gotten myself into? The telescreen, giving such demanding orders, the sound of boots... The thought of torture, what need to rid. Could I have met my mother? She fit all of the criteria... Ampleforth... this innocent member... Would he have really given up his entire family to avoid 'Room 101'? What is this room anyway? I am so lost, for the thought of the word became a disastrous poison to the mind. Parsons, he too? Of the Brotherhood? So many people I have met have become part of this rebellious club... Was everyone in the Brotherhood? Did everyone think like the Brotherhood? Was everyone the Brotherhood? O'Brien... he got caught. He must have been caught by his telescreen when he turned it "off". I knew it was impossible to turn off the telescreen. My arm, my left arm... I lay on this ground, perceiving myself to be... in oh so much pain.
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