julia came over a few days ago and brought luxuries that only inner party members could possibly attain. bread, sugar, and coffee-real coffee, not victory coffee!! we talked for a while, then she left. i believe O'brien is part of the brotherhood i told her that. she said that the war between Eurasian and Oceania is only a party trick, and the rebel goldstein does not exist and i was appalled.
the city is preparing for hate week. streamers, banners, everyone is riled up and excited. and syme, that man, my comrade, i do not know where he has gone. perhaps he has been imprisoned by the thought police. i thought so...
I've been spending more and more time in the room upstairs, i rented from mr. Charrington, the nice man at the antique shop julia and i go there a lot. she is very rebellious with her actions, but her mind set is still young, innocent, and quite orthodox. i told her you are only a rebel from the waist downwards and she laughed.
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