O'Brien

syme has been taken, i knew he would i knew he would.
and O'brien contacted me, he asked me if i wanted to see a new version of the newspeak dictionary and i said sure. this is dangerous. i feel as every step I take walking down the path to his residence is a step to my death, the ministry of love. what is even in the ministry of love? It is such a sinister building... i suspect its a torture chamber. rumors that people who enter never come out.

i've learned! im back from visiting o'brien. i saw his house, which was nice and rich and luxurious- truly an inner party member. Julia came with. he told us about the brotherhood, the secret society. he offered us wine, which was extremely disappointing in taste. he made us promise to give our lives, commit murder, cheat, lie, change our selves,  in fact he did say we would emerge as completely changed people. he told us the brotherhood is nothing but a collection of people with the same idea. no secret meetings, code words, passwords. he also told us about goldstien's book. i am to receive it via a black briefcase tomorrow.

he also told me the stanza of that poem. that mysterious poem the man at the antique shop, Mr. Charrington said
"Oranges and lemons," say the bells of St. Clement's
"You ow me three farthings," say the bells of St. Martin's
"When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey
"When I grow rich," say the bells of Shoreditch.