Winston loves Big Brother

In his blissful dream, Winston imagines himself back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He is walking down a white-tiled corridor with the long-hoped-for bullet about to enter his brain. He gazes up at the enormous face of Big Brother and understands at last what kind of smile is hidden beneath the dark moustache. Two gin-scented tears trickle down his nose, and he thinks, 'It was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.'