At 3 p.m. one day, months later, Winston sits at the Chestnut Tree Café, where dismissed Party members go to have gin. He is content, and now accepts all that the Party says and does.
He reminisces about that time back in March, 1985 when he had seen and spoken to Julia again. She had stiffened, her physique had coarsened and her face had been scarred by the torture endured, presumably. Or maybe they really did sick those rats on her.
At the time, Winston felt nonchalant about Julia. They spoke of their mutual betrayal and how torture can change people. They agreed to meet again, though neither intended to carry it out.
Winston cries. He remembers happy family life with his mother and sister, but wonders if it is a false memory; he listens to the telescreen spewing propaganda that he now truly accepts.
He daydreams about his time at the Ministry of Love. Most of all, though, he kind of wants to die via bullet to the brain.
He looks up at the picture of Big Brother on the telescreen, and feels joy over his love for him. He has achieved a victory over the traitor he used to be.