Winston lay silent. His breast rose and fell a little faster. He still had not asked the question that had come into his mind the first. He had got to ask it, and yet it was as though his tongue would not utter it. There was a trace of amusement in O’Brien’s face. Even his spectacles seemed to wear an ironical gleam. He knows, thought Winston suddenly, he knows what I am going to ask! At the thought the words burst out of him:
“What is in Room 101?”
The expression on O’Brien’s face did not change. He answered drily:
“You know what is in Room 101, Winston. Everyone knows what is in Room 101.”
– George Orwell, 1984. Book III, ch. 2
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