"Do you remember," he went on, "writing in your diary Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four
?" "Yes", relied Winston. O'Brien held up his left hand, its back towards Winston, the thumb hidden and the four fingers extended. "How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?" "Four." "And if The Party
says it is not four, but five? Then how many?" "Four - " The word ended in a gasp of pain. "How many fingers, Winston?" "FIVE! FIVE! FIVE!" "No Winston, that is no use, you are lying. You still think there are four." "How can I help it," he blubbered, "How can I help seeing what is in front of my eyes? Two and two are four!" "Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes, there are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder, it is not easy to become sane"
“No! It’s not enough! I don’t want him to obey! I want him to believe! To accept! To want to accept! We’ve got to have him work for us voluntarily!”