[Drill Thrawl]

"He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The longhoped-for bullet was entering his brain.

He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother."

[DoctorBulldog]

And, by extension, the reader realizes that Julia also loves Big Brother more than she loves Winston.

Cheers

[left that other site]

I read that book in 1965, and as I read the final paragraph that you posted, every word came back to me like I had just read it yesterday.