O'Brien, a lecture. What have I done to deserve this? His avoidance of the dial, able to turn it up at any given time his heart contents... pure madness. Everything I say is falsified. The logic of science, the history of life, the life outside of memories, all wrong? How could that be? Does two plus two still equal four? The purpose of life, according to O'Brien, is to have power... complete power. I am the last of the human race, is that possible? What happened to Julia? She could not be dead... I did not betray her, I couldn't have! Is this world found only by hatred, with no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement? My reflection, how have I aged... I was in the Party's hands as captive for way too long, beyond too long. I look like I have aged nearly two decades! In the end, I still get shot... The last thing I want, desire, and ask for is to hear the sound of the bang bang.
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