Epilogue To George Orwell's '1984'

2+2=5.
2+2=5
2+2=5
Winston repeatedly wrote the logical fact on the dusty tabletop.
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
Whatever Big Brother said was the truth and the only truth. Winston knew this and believed it with all his heart. Whatever the Party said was the truth; anything else was a lie and was therefore disregarded.
He drew a deep breath and stood up, only to crouch down and scratch his varicose ulcer. He then prepared for the day ahead at the Ministry of Truth.
As Winston dressed himself, the music that was playing from the omnipotent telescreen changed to another gloomy song no different from the previous. Winston stared at the telescreen. He stared into the eyes of Big Brother while reading the words

Winston agreed with the children. The hanging wasn’t quite like anything he had ever seen before. Watching those traitors and deniers of big brother be killed was worth going along with the annoying kids. But now he was going to be late for work. He had to be at the Ministry of Truth on time. He had to work a lot of extra hours editing false information and making it the truth that the party provided for him.
When Winston arrived at the Ministry of Truth, he got straight to work. He had to work mostly on routine tasks that he did everyday, but he had occasionally received an important document or newspaper clipping that was propaganda against the party. The whole being of his job was to make sure that the public wasn’t mislead by events that had occurred before the revolution. He was helping to convey the truth to all of Oceania. All of the lies that went against the Party had to be immediately destroyed by being sent down the memory hole. Winston would then replace the clipping that he removed with the proper valid information that was provided to him by the party and the document would be ready for the

On his way he passed by a grocery store to see whether they had any razor blades. Unfortunately, there was still a shortage and the store was completely sold out. Winston did buy some Victory Gin though.
When Winston finally got home, he didn’t even bother trying the elevator. It had been broken for years and it looked like it was never going to be fixed. So instead, Winston took the flight of stairs all the way up to his room. When he got to his room, he scratched his varicose ulcer and prepared himself for the next day of his important job.
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It had been over 2 months since the last hanging that Winston had gone to. He was currently in his cubicle, working on a very difficult document that was filled with nonsense everywhere. It was amazing how many lies could possibly fit in one article. The only problem with such a lie filled paper was it took extra long for Winston to make sense of it and fill in the facts that the party had provided for him. After Winston finished editing the paper, he got up out of his cubicle and went to the restroom. After entering a stall, Winston noticed a very alarming message on the wall.
Written in large black letters was the sentence:
DOWN WITH BIG