'I had hardly thought about it. They
arrested me -- it could be two days ago -- perhaps three.' His eyes flitted
round the walls, as though he half expected to find a window somewhere.
'There is no difference between night and day in this place. I do not see
how one can calculate the time.'
They talked desultorily for some minutes, then, without apparent
reason, a yell from the telescreen bade them be silent. Winston sat
quietly, his hands crossed. Ampleforth, too large to sit in comfort on the
narrow bench, fidgeted from side to side, clasping his lank hands first
round one knee, then round the other. The telescreen barked at him to keep
still. Time passed. Twenty minutes, an hour -- it was difficult to judge.
Once more there was a sound of boots outside. Winston's entrails
contracted. Soon, very soon, perhaps in five minutes, perhaps now, the
tramp of boots would mean that his own turn had come.
The door opened. The cold-faced young officer stepped into the cell.
With a brief movement of the hand he indicated Ampleforth.
'Room 101,' he said.
Ampleforth marched clumsily out between the guards, his face vaguely
perturbed, but uncomprehending.
What seemed like a long time passed. The pain in Winston's belly had
revived. His mind s