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Rereading Nineteen Eighty Four – Part III Chap. 6 (21)

As Winston sat at the Chestnut Tree a memory floated into his mind. 

He saw a candle-lit room with a vast white-counter panelled bed.  He saw himself, a boy of nine or ten, sitting on the floor, shaking a dice-box, and laughing excitedly. His mother was sitting opposite him and also laughing.

It must have been about a month before she disappeared. It was a moment of reconciliation, when the nagging hunger in his belly was forgotten and his earlier affection for her had temporarily revived.

He remembered the day well, a pelting, drenching day when the water streamed down the window-pane and the light indoors was too dull to read by.

The boredom of the two children in the dark, cramped bedroom became unbearable.

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This is the first time we gain a glimpse into the child Winston was. To what his life was.  That he had a sibling, that he  had a real mother. 

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