Lüko Willms
December 25th 07, 07:44 PM
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went on and on, hour after hour, tripping him up, laying traps for him,
twisting everything that he said, convicting him at every step of lies and
self-contradiction until he began weeping as much from shame as from
nervous fatigue Sometimes he would weep half a dozen times in a single
session. Most of the time they screamed abuse at him and threatened at
every hesitation to deliver him over to the guards again; but sometimes
they would suddenly change their tune, call him comrade, appeal to him in
the name of Ingsoc and Big Brother, and ask him sorrowfully whether even
now he had not enough loyalty to the Party left to make him wish to undo
the evil he had done. When his nerves were in rags after hours of
questioning, even this appeal could reduce him to snivelling tears. In the
end the nagging voices broke him down more completely than the boots and
fists of the guards. He became simply a mouth that uttered, a hand that
signed, whatever was demanded of him. His sole concern was to find out what
they wanted him to confess, and then confess it quickly, before the
bullying started anew. He confessed to the assassination of eminent Party
members, the distribu
went on and on, hour after hour, tripping him up, laying traps for him,
twisting everything that he said, convicting him at every step of lies and
self-contradiction until he began weeping as much from shame as from
nervous fatigue Sometimes he would weep half a dozen times in a single
session. Most of the time they screamed abuse at him and threatened at
every hesitation to deliver him over to the guards again; but sometimes
they would suddenly change their tune, call him comrade, appeal to him in
the name of Ingsoc and Big Brother, and ask him sorrowfully whether even
now he had not enough loyalty to the Party left to make him wish to undo
the evil he had done. When his nerves were in rags after hours of
questioning, even this appeal could reduce him to snivelling tears. In the
end the nagging voices broke him down more completely than the boots and
fists of the guards. He became simply a mouth that uttered, a hand that
signed, whatever was demanded of him. His sole concern was to find out what
they wanted him to confess, and then confess it quickly, before the
bullying started anew. He confessed to the assassination of eminent Party
members, the distribu