A needle slid into Winston’s arm, a healing warmth spread through his body. He opened his eyes and looked up gratefully at O’Brien.
At sight of O’Brien’s face, Winston was overwhelmed with love.–This shock and twist of the prisoner ‘loving’ the captor who tortures him was quite shocking when Orwell wrote about it. But it has become a kind of standard, documented many times.
That Orwell perceived it years before the ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ was named is merely evidence of his genius.—
O’Brien had tortured Winston to the edge of madness and Winston was certain, he would send him to his death. It made no difference.
Winston loved O’Brien, his tormentor, who asked; ‘Do you know where you are, Winston?’ he said.’I don’t know. I can guess. In the Ministry of Love.”Do you know how long you have been here?”I don’t know. Days, weeks, months — I think it is months.”And why do you imagine that we bring people to this place?”To make them confess.”No, that is not the reason. Try again.”To punish them.’ “No!” shouted O’Brien.