“You hate him. Good. Then the time has come for you to take the last step. You must love Big Brother. It is not enough to obey him: you must-“ “Comrade!” A man raced in to the room, catching both their attentions. He looked panicked. “Something is happening outside: you must come and see it at once!” O’Brien cocked his head and asked, “What could be so important that I must come immediately?” “There are people attempting to overtake the building!” That caught Winston’s attention. Through his jungle of thoughts, he was able to come to some conclusions. They would not be panicked if it was something small. Whatever was happening must have a huge crowd of people. Proles, perhaps? Had his vision of the proles waking up finally come …show more content…
Winston dared not disobey. As the two men left, locking him in the cell once again, he couldn't help but wonder what could be going on. His hopes were higher than they had been in so long, and he imagined a massive crowd, pushing their way into the Ministry of Love, ready to overthrow the Party and release everyone from the misery of its reign. He could only smile as he thought these happy thoughts. It was then he finally noted that not even the telescreen was yelling at him to sit up straight or to wipe the smile off his face. Whatever was going on, it must have required most, if not all of the staff in the building. It only peeked his curiosity even more. How long he was in the cell without contact, he wouldn't know. It had felt like hours, but it could have been minutes. All he was aware of was the door finally creaking open. His limp head shot up, his dreary eyes open wide. He wasn't sure what to expect. A prole brining him out into the fray? Or a Party member coming to put a bullet through his head before he could be …show more content…
"but we do need to get down there fast." They began their descent, having to stop often to give Winston a breather. She was right, however: it wasn't that far of a walk down. It couldn't have been more than a dozen flights down. Once they exited the Ministry of Love, he finally understood the extent of it all. It was almost exactly like he imagined: as far as he could see, there was a giant crowd of people attempting to storm the building. The mass of people looked like a wave from the ocean, storming in to crash along the shores of the land. Between the sea of people and the Miniluv, there was a heavy line of defence, attempting to push everyone away. "C'mon!" She began pulling him away to the side. As he looked around, there were no faces that directly stood out to him. It was just one large mass of people. As they fled, however, he managed to lock eyes with O'Brien. "Please," Winston finally pulled himself out of his blind following of her. He slipped his arm out of her grasp. "I don't understand what's happening. Couldn't you tell me what everyone is doing here?" "It's not just here," she told him. "it's at all the Ministry buildings!" "All of