The trumpet-call had let loose an enormous volume of noise. Already an excited voice was gabbling from the telescreen， but even as it started it was almost drowned by a roar of cheering from outside. The news had run round the streets like magic. He could hear just enough of what was issuing from the telescreen to realize that it had all happened， as he had foreseen； a vast seaborne armada had secretly assembled a sudden blow in the enemy’s rear， the white arrow tearing across the tail of the black. Fragments of triumphant phrases pushed themselves through the din：“Vast strategic manoeuvre — perfect co-ordination — utter rout — half a million prisoners — complete demoralization — control of the whole of Africa — bring the war within measurable distance of its end victory — greatest victory in human history — victory， victory， victory！”
Under the table Winston’s feet made convulsive movements. He had not stirred from his seat， but in his mind he was running， swiftly running， he was with the crowds outside， cheering himself deaf. He looked up again at the portrait of Big Brother. The colossus that bestrode the world！ The rock against which the hordes of Asia dashed themselves in vain！ He thought how ten minutes ago—yes， only ten minutes — there had still been equivocation in his heart as he wondered whether the news from the front would be of victory or defeat. Ah， it was more than a Eurasian army that had perished！ Much had changed in him since that first day in the Ministry of Love， but the final， indispensable， healing change had never happened， until this moment.
The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of prisoners and booty and slaughter， but the shouting outside had died down a little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them approached with the gin bottle. Winston， sitting in a blissful dream， paid no attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any longer. He was back in the Ministry of Love， with everything forgiven， his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock， confessing everything， implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor， with the feeling of walking in sunlight， and an armed guard at his back. The longhoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel， needless misunderstanding！ O stubborn， self-willed exile from the loving breast！ Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right， everything was all right， the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.
APPENDIX： The Principles of Newspeak.
Newspeak was the official language of Oceania and had been devised to meet the ideological needs of Ingsoc， or English Socialism. In the year 1984 there was not as yet anyone who used Newspeak as his sole means of communication， either in speech or writing. The leading articles in were written in it， but this was a tour de force which could only be carried out by a specialist. It was expected that Newspeak would have finally superseded Oldspeak （or Standard English， as we should call it） by about the year 2050. Meanwhile it gained ground steadily， all Party members tending to use Newspeak words and grammatical constructions more and more in their everyday speech. The version in use in 1984， and embodied in the Ninth and Tenth Editions of the Newspeak Dictionary， was a provisional one， and contained many superfluous words and archaic formations which were due to be suppressed later. It is with the final， perfected version， as embodied in the Eleventh Edition of the Dictionary， that we are concerned here.
The purpose of Newspeak was not only to provide a medium of expression for the world-view and mental habits proper to the devotees of Ingsoc， but to make all other modes of thought impossible. It was intended that when Newspeak had been adopted once and for all and Oldspeak forgotten， a heretical thought — that is， a thought diverging from the principles of Ingsoc — should be literally unthinkable， at least so far as thought is dependent on words. Its vocabulary was so constructed as to give exact and often very subtle expression to every meaning that a Party member could properly wish to express， while excluding all other meanings and also the possibility of arriving at them by indirect methods. This was done partly by the invention of new words， but chiefly by eliminating undesirable words and by stripping such words as remained of unorthodox meanings， and so far as possible of all secondary meanings whatever. To give a single example. The word free still existed in Newspeak， but it could only be used in such statements as“This dog is free from lice”or“This field is free from weeds”. It could not be used in its old sense of“politically free”or“intellectually free” since political and intellectual freedom no longer existed even as concepts， and were therefore of necessity nameless. Quite apart from the suppression of definitely heretical words， reduction of vocabulary was regarded as an end in itself， and no word that could be dispensed with was allowed to survive. Newspeak was designed not to extend but to diminish the range of thought， and this purpose was indirectly assisted by cutting the choice of words down to a minimum.
Newspeak was founded on the English language as we now know it， though many Newspeak sentences， even when not containing newly-created words， would be barely intelligible to an English-speaker of our own day. Newspeak words were divided into three distinct classes， known as the A vocabulary， the B vocabulary （also called compound words）， and the C vocabulary. It will be simpler to discuss each class separately， but the grammatical peculiarities of the language can be dealt with in the section devoted to the A vocabulary， since the same rules held good for all three categories.
The A vocabulary.