Winston was sitting at his table at the Chestnut tree. He didn’t move, but his feet made convulsive movements for in his mind he was running. In his mind he was running with the crowds outside, cheering himself deaf.
The news had just come over that Oceania, (his nation, a mixture of the U.K. and the United States, etc) had won a decisive battle.
Years before, he paid no attention to this ‘news’ he didn’t consider it real. Now, he was fully immersed.
He looked up again at the portrait of Big Brother. The colossus that bestrode the world! The rock against which the hordes of Asia dashed themselves in vain!
Winston thought how ten minutes ago — yes, only ten minutes — there had still been equivocation in his heart as he wondered whether the news from the front would be of victory or defeat.
Ah, it was more than a Eurasian army that had perished!
Much had changed in him since that first day in the Ministry of Love, but the final, indispensable, healing change had never happened, until this moment.