1984 Alternate Ending Narrative Analysis

1984: Alternate Ending Narrative Dim strands of light permeated the constrained window as Winston blearily opened his eyes, abruptly aware of the sodden taste in his throat. He gulped heavily, pulled himself up slightly, and slouched so abruptly it almost felt as though he had fell through water. He rubbed his aching eyes. Incongruent dreams had plagued Winston’s sleep a couple of months following that day. The only thing he could recollect when he awoke, if he could recollect anything at all, was a small boy with a dagger protruding out of his body. Then, he would wake in cold sweat, a silent scream forming at his mouth. The Party would never accept the inanity of these dreams, and thusly, Winston wouldn’t accept them either. Efficiency was probably the only thing that truly mattered in the Party, and unorthodoxy, in any form, was abominable. An estranged anomaly that didn’t feel anomalous. Regardless of familial ties and relationships, everyone was suspicious. That concept was what the Party’s achingly successful achievements could be attributed to; the lack of empathy allowed a more centralized focus and improved living standards by large percentages Winston could never seem to recall. Emotions created motive, and motive created problems,
He didn’t make a sound in fear of the various forms of surveillance. How were they not seeing this? He decided it didn’t matter and attempted to clear his head. He stood up shakily and washed his face of the tears that ran down his red cheeks. Brushing aside the confusion, he slowly walked to the bath tub. Hesitantly, he put his hands under her armpits and lifted his mother out of her crimson throne. A whimper was choked out of his throat as he ungracefully dropped her back into the water. Winston’s eyes fell to his hands where the tiny creases were now filled with blood. It seemed as though the entire bathroom was filled with blood. He hated