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He did not know where he was. Presumably he was in the Ministry of Love, but there was no way of making certain. He was in a high-ceilinged windowless cell with walls of glittering white porcelain. Concealed lamps flooded it with cold light, and there was a low, steady humming sound which he supposed had something to do with the air supply. A bench, or shelf, just wide enough to sit on ran round the wall, broken only by the door and, at the end opposite the door, a lavatory pan with no wooden seat. There were four telescreens, one in each wall.
There was a dull aching in his belly. It had been there ever since they had bundled him into the closed van and driven him away. But he was also hungry, with a gnawing, unwholesome kind of hunger. It might be twenty-four hours since he had eaten, it might be thirty-six. He still did not know, probably never would know, whether it had been morning or evening when they arrested him. Since he was arrested he had not been fed.
He sat as still as he could on the narrow bench, with his hands crossed on his knee. He had already learned to sit still. If you made unexpected movements they yelled at you from the telescreen. But the craving for food was growing upon him. What he longed for above all was a piece of bread. He had an idea that there were a few breadcrumbs in the pocket of his overalls. It was even possible—he thought this because from time to time something seemed to tickle his leg—that there might be a sizeable bit of crust there. In the end the temptation to find out overcame his fear; he slipped a hand into his pocket.
‘Smith!’ yelled a voice from the telescreen. ‘6079 Smith W.! Hands out of pockets in the cells!’
He sat still again, his hands crossed on his knee. Before being
brought here he had been taken to another place which must have
been an ordinary prison or a temporary lock-up used by the patrols.
He did not know how long he had been there; some hours at any rate;
with no clocks and no daylight it was hard to gauge the time. It
was a noisy, evil-smelling place. They had put him into a cell
similar to the one he was now in, but filthily dirty and at all
times crowded by ten or fifteen people. The majority of them were
common criminals, but there were a few political prisoners among
them. He had sat silent against the wall, jostled by dirty bodies,
too preoccupied by fear and the pain in his belly to take much
interest in his surroundings, but still noticing the astonishing
difference in demeanour between the Party prisoners and the others.
The Party prisoners were always silent and terrified, but the
ordinary criminals seemed to care nothing for anybody. They yelled
insults at the guards, fought back fiercely when their belongings
were impounded, wrote obscene words on the floor, ate smuggled food
which they produced from mysterious hiding-places in their clothes,
and even shouted down the (...)
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