Chapter 2, Section 10

We are the dead. Thats all it took for the voice in the wall to come alive. They had finally caught us, and now, we really were dead. I don't know what they have done with Julia. I don't know what they will do with me either, but I am scared. O'Brien is such a traitor. I hate him with a deep, burning passion.

Chapter 2, Section 9

The Book had finally arrived, just as planned. During one of the hate week gatherings, a man tapped me on the shoulder, told me I had dropped my briefcase, handed it to me and walked away. As quick as that. As soon as I could after the rally, I went to the little room above Mrs. Charrington's shop to read. I had read some of the first chapter when Julia arrived, so i started over and read it to her, but she fell asleep. I found the whole thing so fascinating, and it was great to know that all of my ideas from over the years were not crazy after all.

Chapter 2, Section 7

Wow. I can't believe I was actually in O'Brien's house. A house of an inner party member, what an accomplishment. And he can turn the telescreen off! What a feeling that was to be completely private without a telescreen or knowing that somebody was always watching you. That was the first time I can ever remember being in a home without worrying about a telescreen. When O'Brien knew what I was there to talk to him about, it was such a relief knowing that he was on my side. And the Brotherhood is real! I'm not crazy! I can't wait for the arrival of the book. I plan on reading it the very first chance I get, although I am not sure when that will be.

Chapter 2, Section 6

When O'Brien approached me, I thought my heart was going to jump out of my head. By that, I don't literally mean that my heart is in my head, just that I was really scared. I could not believe it. He made a convenient excuse for me to visit his house by saying I should get the new dictionary. Even though he did not say it out loud, we both knew that we had to talk about the brotherhood. And by him inviting me to his house, my dreams of him had finally been confirmed. The brotherhood is real.

Chapter 2, Section 5

Syme is gone. They finally got him. I knew he was too smart. He thought too much, and they got him. Anyone who is truly smart would just stop thinking all together. When Julia and I meet, there is no thinking needed. We just love each other without words. We continued to meet in the room over Mrs. Charrington's shop. We could talk for hours, days even, and i would never get bored. I loved being with her. She even laughed at my terrible jokes. She thought it was especially funny when I called her a "rebel from the waist down." she laughed hysterically at this.

Chapter 2, Section 4

FINALLY! YES! I have done it! I found a place for Julia and me to be alone together. No telescreen, no secret spies, and no microphones. Just Julia and me, alone, together. We made a plan to meet, and when the time came, I was so excited I arrived early. When she got there, she had a bag with real coffee, sugar, and actual tea leaves, and she even put make up on. She looked so beautiful I could not take my eyes off of her. While laying on the bed together, a rat appeared in the corner and without even thinking about it, Julia threw a shoe at it like no big deal. I, on the other hand, was terrified. When she saw how scared I was she hugged me and made me feel better. She is perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Chapter 2, Section 3

The next times I would see Julia were quick passings in the streets, always in big crowds. We could not meet often, and never for longer than a few quick moments, but it was worth it. The next opportunity we had to actually sit and talk was in the tower of the church. We talked about everything, her age, beliefs, and even about Katharine. I even told her about my urge to shove her off of the edge of the cliff one time. She said I should have done it, and that she would have. And with her rebellious nature, I would not doubt it for a second. We talked about this game that we were playing, and that of course we would get caught, but she insisted that it would not be for a long while, and we are definitely not dead yet.

Chapter 2, Section 2

I easily found the secret spot where the dark-haired girl told me to meet her. She arrived soon after I did, and we sat to talk. Her name is Julia, she is young and rebellious, and her beauty is amazing. Her beauty, which I was once disgusted by, was now pulling me into her, forcing me to love her. There is something about her, something about her young, rebellious nature that is so beautiful. After a while, of talking, and some other... activities..., it was time to leave and as we were walking out of the clearing and through the trees, we saw a bird that seemed to be singing right to us. the bird was so free and happy, I wanted to be that bird and fly away. I wanted to be able to sing whatever I wanted. Again, we planned our next meeting, and parted to our separate lives.

Section 2, Chapter 1

The note. that is all i can think about lately is the note. Three simple words is all it took and she has stolen my heart and swept me off of my feet. I Love You. I love you too. I knew I had to talk to her, and soon. When I saw her at the lunch table, my heart almost leaped out of my chest, but when annoying friends beat me to the table, my heart shriveled inside of my chest and the feeling of defeat swept over me. The next day, i succeeded in sitting alone with her. Although it was not easy, we were able to communicate for a few quick moments, and arranged our next meeting, in Victory Square. When I first arrived, I did not see her, and immediately started to doubt myself, thinking she was not even going to show, but then I spotted her. I waited for the exact right moment, and made my move. Because of the telescreens, we could not make any obvious displays of affection, but we briefly held hands for a couple of moments while mixed into a large crowd. She then told me when and where to meet her next, and, with a squeeze of our hands, we parted our to separate ways.

Chapter One

Lately, with all the thoughtcrime that I have committed, I wonder how I have not yet been captured and forced into a labor camp. They surely should have caught me by now. But nonetheless, the stupid telescreen keeps watching me, giving me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that will not leave. The telescreen, the posters of big brother, the Thought Police, they are driving me crazy! Will I ever again be able to feel at ease, even in my own home?

Victory Mansions has seemed less and less victorious lately. All I ever smell anymore is boiled cabbage everywhere, and the occasional Victory Coffee (which did not taste victorious, at all.) The paint is peeling away and the lift is broken again. And the "Big Brother is watching you" posters seem to appear more and more throughout the entire building. I am always being monitored, my every move.

I must not be caught with this diary. If I was to be caught, I would be vaporized within seconds. I must keep this to myself. Although, I could also be vaporized in my sleep, since I have a tendency of sleep-talking, but let's just hope not. I was almost caught, when I left the diary wide open laying on the table while I answered the door. Thank goodness it was only Mrs. Parsons. I almost scared my self to death thinking it was already the thought police. they are my biggest threat. I can hide myself from the thought police, and the other comrades, but the thought police are always there, inside of my head.

I wish I knew of someone else in Oceania who thought the same things I do. Just to know that I am not alone in this state of mind.Maybe even someone to heProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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me take down Big Brother. Yes, that sounds good, but I think I am the only one that feels this way.

Now I must go, for I have been thinking of this much too long and the risk of being caught is getting higher by the minute.

Until next time,

Winston Smith.