Winston's Blog Part 2

The morning following my encounter with the dark haired girl, I passed her in the halls. She fell so I helped her up and she then slipped a note into my hand. At the first chance I had, I read it. It read I love you.

Winston's Blog Part 1

I am sure that at any minute the Thought Police will break into my flat to arrest me. My crimes: thoughtcrime in the form of a diary and I spent a day among the proles trying to gather information about the past. I have not much to say about the diary other than I had only written nonsense in it, but later found that I had written a page's worth of "Down with Big Brother." After, I went back to work where many thoughts about my childhood clouded my mind. Then, at mealtime Syme and I discussed the Newspeak dictionary that he is working on. Apparently they have cut out numerous words in order to make the language simpler. I suspect that one day Syme will, like me, be vaporized.

Because they are 80% of the population, the proles are my biggest hope towards diminishing the Party. While I was in the quarters of the proles I endured a bombing and met an old man who told me nothing about what the world was like before the war except for some inane personal details. I then left him in the pub and wandered around until I was in the shop where I had purchased the diary. The owner, Mr. Charrington, sold me a piece of coral encased in glass and showed me a room upstairs without any telescreens that I am free to rent at any time. On my way out I encountered the dark haired girl. I believe she might be a spy or a member of the Thought Police.