101, Winston. Everyone knows what is in Room
101.'
He raised a finger to the man in the white coat. Evidently the session
was at an end. A needle jerked into Winston's arm. He sank almost instantly
into deep sleep.



III

'There are three stages in your reintegration,' said O'Brien. 'There
is learning, there is understanding, and there is acceptance. It is time
for you to enter upon the second stage.'
As always, Winston was lying flat on his back. But of late his bonds
were looser. They still held him to the bed, but he could move his knees a
little and could turn his head from side to side and raise his arms from
the elbow. The dial, also, had grown to be less of a terror. He could evade
its pangs if he was quick-witted enough: it was chiefly when he showed
stupidity that O'Brien pulled the lever. Sometimes they got through a whole
session without use of the dial. He could not remember how many sessions
there had been. The whole process seemed to stretch out over a long,
indefinite time -- weeks, possibly -- and the intervals between th