Book III chapter ii
O’Brien is taking his time torturing Winston. He’s using the special machine with the dial to reteach Winston the proper way to think: doublethink. In the midst of unspeakable pain, Winston is finally able to say all the things he’s always wanted to. He talks about the war and its ever-changing enemy. He talks about his diary. He talks about the newspaper photograph of Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford.
O’Brien is determined. He will teach Winston that 2+ 2=5.
The torture continues until finally Winston can’t even answer the simple math question. He receives pain medicine.
He opened his eyes and looked up gratefully at O’Brien. At sight of the heavy, lined face, so ugly and so intelligent, his heart seemed to turn over. If he could have moved he would have stretched out a hand and laid it on O’Brien’s arm. He had never loved him so deeply as at this moment, and not merely because he had stopped the pain. The old feeling, that at the bottom it did not matter whether O’Brien was a friend or an enemy, had come back.. O’Brien was a person who could be talked to.
“O’Brien was a person who could be talked to.”
In the margin of my book I wrote, “like Bigger with Max”.
Certainly Max isn’t like O’Brien. Native Son ‘s Jewish lawyer really did want to help his client Bigger Thomas, but Winston and Bigger have experienced the same kind of isolation. Both men were alone with their thoughts… always. It was never safe for them to share ideas… with anyone.