Winston was in dread that if he persisted in his disagreement O’Brien would twist the dial again. And yet he could not keep silent.
Feebly, without arguments, with nothing to support him except his inarticulate horror of what O’Brien had said, he returned to the attack.
‘I don’t know — I don’t care. Somehow you will fail. Something will defeat you. Life will defeat you.’
O’Brien slaps this away; ‘We control life,…you are imagining that there is something called human nature which will be outraged by what we do and will turn against us. But we create human nature.”
Winston can’t believe this he is sure the Party must fail. That some man must stand against it.
‘If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man. Your kind is extinct; we are the inheritors. You are outside history, you are non-existent.’
‘And you consider yourself morally superior to us, with our lies and our cruelty?’
‘Yes, I consider myself superior.’