Hopefully I'll find the answer, the answer to life and the answer to who I am

This chapter really took me to a knew area in Oceania. It took me to the area in which the proles lived at. The proles have been mentioned by Winston on several times as the hope for the end of the party. And this motto still ran through his head. The chapter started with him reiterating what he learned saying if there is hope its with the proles. Winston goes to a prole bar where he found an old man asking for a pint of beer. The bartenders argues stating there was only liters and half of liters. The man becomes disgusted and argues more. Winston decided if anyone knew answers it was the old man. Winston tries to butter him up by buying him beer and he talks with the old man. Winston tries subtly to get the old man to talk about his past. The old man wasn't shy at all about his past. But the man had difficulty getting into specific details. This is another time where you could see how destroyed the mans subconscious was. The fact the man couldn't even remember specific time periods and events. The party obviously did their job well. The man was unable to give Winston the information he wanted. What was even more sad was the state the man was in. He was lost in the reminiscent of the past he once had. Winston wanted that past to be instilled in him. However the party stopped it. Winston stumbled on the store he bought his diary from. To reenter would have placed him in serious danger, but he did regardless. Winston and the owner had a long chat. It was an antique store that no one hardly noticed. Winston bought everything he could from the store. He wanted to obtain his past back and through the items he might be able to gain just a little. Winston is now lost and hope that he once had is just so bleak. This story does that. You feel like the climax of the story is about to come, but it just turns into a feint. I wonder when will that turning point begin? I guess we'll have to read on to find out.