Pic of the Day
Jun. 7th, 2011 03:30 pm
Well, it's free
and I get to be the center of the universe,
the star of the show,
somebody special and lovable,
and the weather is better.
(Courtesy of InspirePlease)
O’Brien, a member of the Inner Party and holder of some post so important and remote that Winston had only a dim idea of its nature. A momentary hush passed over the group of people round the chairs as they saw the black overalls of an Inner Party member approaching. O’Brien was a large burly man with a thick neck and a coarse, humorous, brutal face. In spite of his formidable appearance he had a certain charm of manner.He is the kind of man who can be your sugar daddy. He has power and connections. He is among those who run the country, and in an autocratic country, he presumably has more power than a president, being more like a god, even without being the very head of the Party. In short, he can make things happen, both good and bad.
Momentarily, he caught O’Brien’s eye. O’Brien had stood up. He had taken off his spectacles and was in the act of resettling them on his nose with his characteristic gesture. But there was a fraction of a second when their eyes met,and for as long as it took to happen. Winston knew - yes, he knew! - that O’Brien was thinking the same thing as himself. An unmistakable message had passed. It was as though their two minds had opened and the thoughts were flowing from one into the other through their eyes. “I am with you,” O’Brien seemed to be saying to him. “I know precisely what you are feeling. I know all about your contempt, your hatred, your disgust. But don’t worry, I am on your side!” And then the flash of intelligence was gone, and O’Brien’s face was as inscrutable as everybody else’s.We know, of course, that Winston is mistaken, just as he is mistaken about the dark-haired girl. He gets it exactly backwards on both counts. He fears the girl and her supposed political orthodoxy, when we know she is going to be his great love and fellow rebel. He is dreamy with hope that he has a brother in O’Brien, when we know that O’Brien is going to be his worst nightmare brought to life.
O’Brien, a member of the Inner Party and holder of some post so important and remote that Winston had only a dim idea of its nature. A momentary hush passed over the group of people round the chairs as they saw the black overalls of an Inner Party member approaching. O’Brien was a large burly man with a thick neck and a coarse, humorous, brutal face. In spite of his formidable appearance he had a certain charm of manner.He is the kind of man who can be your sugar daddy. He has power and connections. He is among those who run the country, and in an autocratic country, he presumably has more power than a president, being more like a god, even without being the very head of the Party. In short, he can make things happen, both good and bad.
Momentarily, he caught O’Brien’s eye. O’Brien had stood up. He had taken off his spectacles and was in the act of resettling them on his nose with his characteristic gesture. But there was a fraction of a second when their eyes met,and for as long as it took to happen. Winston knew - yes, he knew! - that O’Brien was thinking the same thing as himself. An unmistakable message had passed. It was as though their two minds had opened and the thoughts were flowing from one into the other through their eyes. “I am with you,” O’Brien seemed to be saying to him. “I know precisely what you are feeling. I know all about your contempt, your hatred, your disgust. But don’t worry, I am on your side!” And then the flash of intelligence was gone, and O’Brien’s face was as inscrutable as everybody else’s.We know, of course, that Winston is mistaken, just as he is mistaken about the dark-haired girl. He gets it exactly backwards on both counts. He fears the girl and her supposed political orthodoxy, when we know she is going to be his great love and fellow rebel. He is dreamy with hope that he has a brother in O’Brien, when we know that O’Brien is going to be his worst nightmare brought to life.