O’Brien was looking down at him speculatively. More than ever he had the air of a teacher taking pains with a wayward but promising child.
‘There is a Party slogan dealing with the control of the past,’ he said. ‘Repeat it, if you please.’
‘’Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past,‘‘ repeated Winston obediently.
‘’Who controls the present controls the past,‘‘said O’Brien, nodding his head with slow approval. ‘Is it your opinion, Winston, that the past has real existence?’
