‘You are rotting away,’ O’Brien tells Winston; …’you are… A bag of filth… If you are human, that is humanity.”
Winston had not realised how thin and weak he was. Seeing his reflection, realised he must have been here much longer than he had imagined, and collapsed on to a small stool and burst into tears.
O’Brien laid a hand on his shoulder, almost kindly and said; “It will not last for ever. You can escape from it whenever you choose. Everything depends on yourself.’
‘You did it!’ sobbed Winston. ‘You reduced me to this state.’
‘No, Winston, you reduced yourself to it. This is what you accepted when you set yourself up against the Party.”
And O’Brien continues:
‘We have beaten you, Winston. We have broken you … You have seen what your body is like. Your mind is in the same state. You have been kicked and flogged and insulted, you have screamed with pain, you have rolled on the floor in your own blood and vomit. You have whimpered for mercy, you have betrayed everybody and everything. Can you think of a single degradation that has not happened to you?’