Winston began to write down the thoughts that came into his head. He wrote first in large clumsy capitals:
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
Then almost without a pause he wrote beneath it:
TWO AND TWO MAKE FIVE
Then there came a sort of check. His mind, as though shying away from something was unable to concentrate.
He knew what came next, but for the moment he could not recall it. When he did recall it, it was only by consciously reasoning out what it must be: it did not come of its own accord. He wrote:
GOD IS POWER
He accepted everything. The past was alterable. The past never had been altered. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia.
Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford were guilty of the crimes they were charged with. He had never seen the photograph that disproved their guilt. It had never existed, he had invented it.
He was aware of remembering contrary things, but those were false memories, products of selfdeception.
Surrender, and everything else followed. It was swimming against a current then turning to go with the current instead of opposing it.
Nothing changed except your own attitude: the predestined thing happened in any case. He hardly knew why he had ever rebelled..