{"id":1394201,"date":"2016-10-28T10:00:21","date_gmt":"2016-10-28T14:00:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/community.sparknotes.com\/?p=1394201"},"modified":"2022-04-13T17:22:58","modified_gmt":"2022-04-13T21:22:58","slug":"blogging-1984-xi-part-3-chapters-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"\/blog\/blogging-1984-xi-part-3-chapters-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Blogging 1984: XI, Come Inside Room 101 (Part 3, Chapters 3, 4 & 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Previously in Blogging 1984<\/a>, Winston learned the ways of the Ministry of Love, by which I mean he got whupped by various torture machines day and night in the company of O’Brien, without his boy-crush ever fading.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

III<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Winston is still strapped to the Reiki table and getting regular doses of torture from O’Brien as we begin. Today, O’Brien asks him if Goldstein’s book told him anything he didn’t already know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Given Goldstein’s book cost me an \u00a0entire post of \u00a0Blogging 1984<\/em><\/a> \u00a0and stretched my gif-library to about the max, I would say, uh yuh, it wasn’t all that obvious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, O’Brien confesses that HE wrote Goldstein’s book, like a Bond villain who can’t help himself from explaining in detail how his death machine works to his victim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cSo you see, Mr. Bond, a system of class divisions, controlled insanity, and terrible, just truly awful coffee keeps the populace enslaved.\u201d (Eon Productions.)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

O’Brien quizzes Winston on the motivation behind the Party, but he gets the answer wrong\u2014Family Feud buzzer sound\u2014and is zapped in response. Survey says the Party seeks power not for the greater good, but for its own sake; that \u201cpower is not a means, it is an end.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For his part, O’Brien is looking a little worse for wear after decades of writing propaganda, torturing heretics, and speaking inside other people’s minds, and don’t think he doesn’t know it:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou are thinking,’ he said, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcthat my face is old and tired. You are thinking that I talk of power, and yet I am not even able to prevent the decay of my own body. Can you not understand, Winston, that the individual is only a cell? The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism. Do you die when you cut your fingernails?\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Basically, O’Brien is saying that by allowing the Party to subsume his individuality, he can become immortal. As great as Oceania sounds (\/s), I can think of at least five better ways to achieve immortality:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

  1. Take up religion<\/li>
  2. Have your body cryogenically frozen<\/li>
  3. Eat a ghost pepper<\/li>
  4. Write a book<\/li>
  5. Heck, make a horcrux, what have you got to lose<\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n\n

    All fired up, O’Brien then tries to claim that because the Party controls reality, it controls matter. Here is a real thing he says:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \u201cI could float off this floor like a soap bubble if I wished to. I do not wish to, because the Party does not wish it.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

    Winston looks at O’Brien like he has just announced he is David Bowie and off now on a trip to the moon, brb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The only sane person in this entire book tries to reason with his puppet master\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Winston<\/strong>: But you’re subject to the laws of physics. Gravity, for one thing. A lack of extra-atmospheric oxygen for another. You’d last two seconds in outer space. Man is about the smallest thing in the universe, in fact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    O’Brien<\/strong>: Nonsense. *applies purple eyeshadow and zips up silver body suit<\/em>* The universe does whatever I ask of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Winston’s cognitive dissonance-o-meter is dialed up fully to eleven by now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    *solipsistic interlude music*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He sees how pointless it is arguing with the kind of blundering nonsense being espoused by O’Brien. After all, he is strapped to a table; he has no power at all. This, O’Brien prattles on, is the endpoint\u2014total subjugation in a world dominated by the repeated destruction of every human impulse:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

    The money phrase for your workbooks, however, is:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \u201cIf you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face\u2014forever.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

    Winston tries to argue that a world founded on hatred could never endure; that, essentially, love is stronger than fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    O’Brien<\/strong>: Nah.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Winston<\/strong>: What about the Spirit of Man\u2014you know, humanity? What about the inviolable sense of morality inside my brain cave?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    O’Brien<\/strong>: *hits play on a recording of Winston swearing to poison children, encourage prostitution and kill in service of the resistance<\/em>*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Winston<\/strong>: Oh come ONNN, that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I *told* you that visiting O’Brien’s house \u00a0was bad news<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    It is now time for O’Brien to drag Winston in front of a mirror and show him what he has become: a \u201cbowed, grey-colored skeleton\u201d with a hunched-over carriage. Something barely human. A broken pile of bones. (Foreshadowing \u00a0here<\/a>.) The only piece of old Winston that remains is the knowledge that he hasn’t betrayed \u00a0Julia.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    *Yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    IV<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    We leap forward some months and Winston is healthier; his body has become more body-like, and his wrenched-out teeth have been replaced with dentures. He has made progress on his torture thesis and spends most of his time zoned out imagining himself out in the \u201cGolden lands\u201d with his mother, with Julia, with O’Bri<3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He scribbles out the Party slogans on a ledger\u2014\u201dTWO PLUS TWO EQUALS FIVE\u201d\u2014and we see from this that he is basically an intellectual slave. He expects that, eventually, death will come, and you know what? He’s okay with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \u201cHe was walking down the corridor, waiting for the bullet\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 He walked easily, with a joy of movement and with a feeling of walking in sunlight.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

    Just then, he involuntarily cries out for Julia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    >o< YOU HAD ONE JOB, WINSTON.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    O’Brien is back, and we are off to Room 101.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    V<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    What is in Room 101? Why, the worst thing in the world, according to each victim, so basically your boggart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    In Winston’s case, it is rats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Rats!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The wainscoting!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I have to say I did *not* see that Chekhovian detail coming when we were \u00a0back at Mr. Charrington’s shop<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    O’Brien has a face cage and a crate of very hungry rats for Winston, squealing and writhing to a chance to nibble on his eyeballs. This, this is what the novel has been building toward. A face-cage of rats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Horrified, Winston reaches his \u201cOperating Thetan<\/a>\u201d level of fear very quickly, crying out for them to apply the punishment to Julia instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    *UNLOCK BETRAYAL ACHIEVEMENT*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    At laaaaast, he has made it through the program.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Notes:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    1. The #facecage reveal in Room 101 felt, for me, like something of an anticlimax. In a sort of reverse \u00a0Inception<\/em>, we didn’t get closer to any kind of \u00a0philosophical mystique inside the ministry; rather, we learned that, at it’s core, the Party’s entire machinery rests on some very steam-punk strategies: vanity-publishing fake novels, lying about reality, and strapping rats to people’s faces. \u00a0The Matrix<\/em>, this is not. How did you feel about it?<\/li>
    2. This whole \u201cO’Brien teaches Winston how to command \u00a0Doublethink\u201d sequence was basically the worst version of the \u201cYoda trains Luke to use the Force\u201d montage I have ever come across.<\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n\n

      Find all \u00a0of Janet’s 1984 blog \u00a0here<\/a>, and find our Blogging the Classics index page \u00a0here<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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