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forgotten. He opened his eyes and looked up
gratefully at O’Brien. At sight of the heavy, lined
face, so ugly and so intelligent, his heart seemed to
turn over. If he could have moved he would have
stretched out a hand and laid it on O’Brien’s arm.
He had never loved him so deeply as at this
moment, and not merely because he had stopped
the pain. The old feeling, that at bottom it did not
matter whether O’Brien was a friend or an enemy,
had come back. O’Brien was a person who could
be talked to. Perhaps one did not want to be loved
so much as to be understood. O’Brien had tortured
him to the edge of lunacy, and in a little while, it
was certain, he would send him to his death. It
made no difference. In some sense that went deeper
than friendship, they were intimates: somewhere or
other, although the actual words might never be
spoken, there was a place where they could meet
and talk. O’Brien was looking down at him with an
expression which suggested that the same thought
might be in his own mind. When he spoke it was in
an easy, conversational tone.
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acordaba de haber sufrido. Abrió los ojos y miró
agradecido a O'Brien. Le conmovió ver a aquel
rostro pesado, lleno de arrugas, tan feo y tan
inteligente. Si se hubiera podido mover, le habría
tendido una mano. Nunca lo había querido tanto
como en este momento y no sólo por haberle
suprimido el dolor. Aquel antiguo sentimiento,
aquella idea de que no importaba que O'Brien
fuera un amigo o un enemigo, había vuelto a
apoderarse de él. O'Brien era una persona con
quien se podía hablar. Quizá no deseara uno tanto
ser amado como ser comprendido. O'Brien lo
había torturado casi hasta enloquecerle y era
seguro que dentro de un rato le haría matar. Pero
no importaba. En cierto sentido, más allá de la
amistad, eran íntimos. De uno u otro modo y
aunque las palabras que lo explicarían todo no
pudieran ser pronunciadas nunca, había desde
luego un lugar donde podrían reunirse y charlar.
O'Brien lo miraba con una expresión reveladora de
que el mismo pensamiento se le estaba ocurriendo.
Empezó a hablar en un tono de conversación
corriente.
‘Do you know where you are, Winston?’ he said. — ¿Sabes dónde estás, Winston? —dijo.
‘I don’t know. I can guess. In the Ministry of
Love.’
— No sé. Me lo figuro. En el Ministerio del Amor.
‘Do you know how long you have been here?’ — ¿Sabes cuánto tiempo has estado aquí?
‘I don’t know. Days, weeks, months—I think it is
months.’
‘And why do you imagine that we bring people to
this place?’
— No sé. Días, semanas, meses... creo que meses.
— ¿Y por qué te imaginas que traemos aquí a la
gente?
‘To make them confess.’ — Para hacerles confesar.
‘No, that is not the reason. Try again.’ — No, no es ésa la razón. Di otra cosa.
‘To punish them.’ — Para castigarlos.