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Previous to his entrance into Room 101 Winston Smith seemed to know where he was in the windowless building.
The cells where the guards had beaten him were below ground level. The room where he had been interrogated by O’Brien was high up near the roof.
He was now in a place far underground, as deep down as it was possible to go.
It was bigger than most of the cells he had been in, but all he noticed was that there were two small tables straight in front of him, each covered with green baize.
One was a metre or so from him, the other near the door. He was strapped so tightly to a chair he could move nothing, not even his head.
He was forced to look straight in front of him.
