The full background of the Julia character finally revealed in part two chapter three and to find out she has more hatred of the inner party than Winston does. I found out that Julia and Winston are the same on how they feel about the inner party, but they are fundamentally different because Julia is an optimist and Winston is a pessimist like for instants, “She did not understand that there was no such thing as happiness, that the only victory lay in the far future, long after you were dead, that from the moment of declaring war on the Party it was better to think of yourself as a corpse. “We are the dead,” he said. “We’re not dead yet,” said Julia prosaically” (Orwell, pg.138).

Also, as young as Julia is in the story she has a great talent to live two lives without the Thought Police finding out about her dark half. She participates in the Junior Anti-Sex league but has sex with many Party members and create Hate Week banners but doesn’t believe in it. But Winston loved the corrupted aspect of Julia and the fact that she purposely to the other Party members, “Anything that hinted at corruption always filled him with a wild hope. Who knew, perhaps the Party was rotten under the surface, its cult of strenuousness and self-denial simply a sham concealing iniquity. If he could have infected the whole lot of them with leprosy or syphilis, how gladly he would have done so! Anything to rot, to weaken, to undermine!” (Orwell, pg. 128).

In Part Two, Chapter 4, Winston went back to Mr. Charrington store where he purchased paperweight to rent the room located above store to enjoy another moment with Julia. After Winston made love to Julia and showing Julia that he afraid of mice, I discover one part in this chapter that was very interesting to me. Winston described the paperweight as his relationship with Julia frozen in time, but this is the one time he was a little optimistic outside his current reality. “It was as though the surface of the glass had been the arch of the sky, enclosing a tiny world with its atmosphere complete. He had the feeling that he could get inside it, and that in fact he was inside it, along with the mahogany bed and the gateleg table, and the clock and the steel engraving and the paperweight itself. The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia’s life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.” (Orwell, pg.150).