And it happened so suddenly.
O'Brien slipped the paper into my hands--his address. He did it right in front of the telescreen like any lunatic would do. But maybe this is what he meant to do. I shall fulfill my dreams; my dreams of meeting him where there is no darkness. I shall act instead of write. I will bring my words to life. I will not let Newspeak take away my power of speech, so I will act and I will fulfill my destiny, whether or not my fate is so pleasant.
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