Winston is subject to mental torture. The drug given induced a memory of certainty where each suggestion of O’Brien’s filled emptiness and become absolute truth. Two and two could have been three as easily as five, if that were what was needed.
“You see now,'”said O’Brien, “that it is at any rate possible.'”
‘Yes,’ said Winston.
To his left Winston saw the man in the white coat break an ampule and draw back the plunger of a syringe. O’Brien turned to Winston with a smile. In almost the old manner he resettled his spectacles on his nose.
‘Do you remember writing in your diary that it did not matter whether I was a friend or an enemy, since I was at least a person who understood you and could be talked to? You were right. I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane. Before we bring the session to an end you can ask me a few questions, if you choose.’
‘Any question I like?’
‘Anything. What is your first question?’