Part II-Section IV

Of course, nothing ever decides in my favor. It may seem odd, but I am feel overly angry at nature as of now. It may be selfish, but I have some unnatural idea that I am being cheated when Julia cannot come for a rendezvous, either because of the extra work the Party has assigned in preparation of Hate Week or the natural, once a month, interruption. I can't stand to be away from her; the connection we have has developed to much more than I ever had with Katherine, even when taking the time span into consideration. I hope we can spend more time with one another soon, even if it means taking the long journey out to the Golden Country.

I felt considerably more cheated as Julia walked in with a plethora of rare goods, only found in the Inner Party or in small amounts on the black market. As she pulled the coffee, the sugar, and the makeup out, my mind blew up in anger. All of the goods were reminders of how terrible lives we, the working class, have it, while the Inner Party lives a life of luxury. The cosmetics brought the most agony. Seeing Julia in the makeup was like seeing what I can basically never have, or even see. The society I live in is a dull, colorless and painful everyday experience. One day, all people will have the same rights and the same possessions. I hope that day comes soon.