Part 1 Chapter  1-Part 1 Chapter  2

Part 2 Chapter 1-Part 2 Chapter 2

Part 2 Chapter 9-Part 2 Chapter 10

Part 1 Chapter  3-Part 1 Chapter  4

Part 2 Chapter 3-Part 2 Chapter 4

Part 3 Chapter 1-Part 3 Chapter 2

Part 1 Chapter  5-Part 1 Chapter  6

Part 2 Chapter 5-Part 2 Chapter 6

Part 3 Chapter 3-Part 3 Chapter 4

Part 1 Chapter  7-Part 1 Chapter 8

Part 2 Chapter 7-Part 2 Chapter 8

Part 3 Chapter 5-Part 3 Chapter 6

Part 3 Chapter 5:             O'Brien escorts Winston to Room 101.  He tells Winston that Room 101 represents the worst thing in the world for each person.  He explains, "The worst think in the world varies from individual to individual.  It may be burial alive, or death by fire, or by drowning, or by impalement, or fifty other deaths.  There are cases where it is some quite trivial thing, not even fatal.In your case.the worst think in the world happens to be rats" (p. 286).  O'Brien taunts Winston with a cage full of grotesque rats.  He describes a macabre mask that will fit over his face and allow the rats in the cage to eat him alive.  As O'Brien moves the mask over Winston's face, the rats just inches away, Winston screams, "Do it to Julia!  Do it to Julia!  Not me! Julia!  I don't care what you do to her.  Tear her face off, strip her to the bones.  Not me!  Julia! Not me!"  (p. 289)  In victory, O'Brien pulls the cage away from Winston's face.

Part 3 Chapter 6:             Free but defeated, Winston sits quietly at the Chestnut Tree Café drinking Victory gin.  A shell of his former self, Winston spends his days at the cafe listening to the latest reports on the war with Eastasia.  He remembers seeing Julia in the city after O'Brien released him from the Ministry of Love.  They no longer shared anything and they barely recognized each other.  Winston seems to react to the outer world only when he hears news of an Oceania victory.  The Party controls him completely.  1984 ends with Winston gazing at a picture of Big Brother: "He gazed up at the enormous face.  Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark mustache.  O cruel, needless misunderstanding!  O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast!  Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose.  But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished.  He had won the victory over himself.  He loved Big Brother" (p. 300).