A Political Act (Part Two, Chapter Two)

It was a beautiful late spring day when I made the perilous journey to meet my mysterious lover. When I had reached the countryside and began to walk through the old lanes with no one around, I realized how congested and polluted the city of London had become. The fresh and warm breeze caressed my lightly as a walked briskly down the dirt path. Then it struck me that I should bring some flowers with me to greet her. As I picked up some wildflowers from the field next to the road, I felt the soft touch of a feminine hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was her, looking as beautiful as ever. We quietly walked to the clearing where we were supposed to convene. The rest of the afternoon was heavenly. I found out that her name was Julia. She hated the Party too, particularly the Inner Party. She said that she had had affairs with many different Party members. My heart leaped at this because it showed that there was truly a large amount of people who were also willing to commit such a dangerous act for personal enjoyment, and to attack the Party. Maybe there really is a Brotherhood, and that it is more widespread than I thought. I yearned to be part of that rebellion, to take part in the destruction of Oceania. I wanted so much to create a normal society where everyone could live freely and contentedly. But for now, the closest I could be to that would be to be with Julia. Simply our relationship hurt Oceania, even though no one knew about it but ourselves.

After wandering through the surrouding forest for awhile, we returned to the clearing. There we had sex. There was no difficulty like there had been with Katherine. It was natural and felt right. I realized what the Party had deprived me of for so many years. They had tried to kill the animal sex instinct. But they had not. At least not in Julia or me. I felt a sensation that I had not felt for many years. I think that I had had it for my mother, but it was different then and did not feel exactly like this. It was love. I did not want to let it go. Even if I was caught and tortured in the most inhumane of ways, I would not stop loving her, no matter what.