Day 22

From the ugly, old man I was, I am now a refreshed, young stallion who runs in the pastures of the Golden Country. They have given me dentures, and new overalls, too, to hide my true identity. Although I obey him, I hate Big Brother with every last ounce of my might! I understand the ways of Ingsoc, but I do understand why I live and am living like this. I know that my brains will be splattered across the walls of Big Brother, but I do not know when. I live in paranoia, and now, I am ready to go to Room 101.