“It is almost time for you to leave, comrade,” he said to Julia. “Wait. The
decanter is still half full."
He filled the glasses and raised his own glass by the stem.
“What shall it be this time?” he said, still with the same faint suggestion of irony.
“To the confusion of the Thought Police? To the death of Big Brother? To humanity? To the future?”
“To the past,” said Winston.
“The past is more important,” agreed O'Brien gravely.
George Orwell, "1987".