Updated: 12/2/2020

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  • Winston knew questioning the old prole would be suspicious to the patrols, but he irrationally went in the pub anyways to ask him about the past
  • what do you mean you don't know what a pint is? We didn't 'ave liters when I was young 
  • we only have a liter and half liter, we dont have pints, when you were young we were living in trees
  • May I offer you a drink sir?
  • *talking about random things, not quite directly answering Winston's question's*
  • Can I ask you about your past? Was life before the revolution better than now? Did the capitalists treat you poorly? Do you have more freedom now than before?
  • *Winston sighs in hopelessness. This wasn't going anywhere, the old mans memory was all jumbled up, he can't help him get the info he wants.*
  • As Winston left the pub, his heart stopped. He saw the same girl from the Fiction Dept. who he thought was spying on him. This can't be a coincidence. She must be a spy! She must have followed him here. She looked at him for a second and walked away. Oh No!