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The Ministry of Truth
Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though as he well knew even a back can be revealing. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. But it was no use. Nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright lit tableau occurring against no background, and mostly unintelligible. The Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London, there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of victory mansions you could see all four of them