Dear Diary,
My once dreary life has taken a turn for the better. I only wish our meeting didn't have to be clandestine. I see her perhaps once a week on a busy street corner or down a dark alley. We recently succeeded in meeting for a few hours in the top of a church's belfry. Julia knows so many strange hiding places! I suspect it's from her numerous love affairs. On that day, she spoke of her beliefs. She has no apparent interest in Party doctrine, except where it affects her own life. Oh, to be young again! Here I am, always up in my head thinking about life and death and the Brotherhood and everything else complicated, while she simply lives to avoid being caught by the Party. It is like some sort of game to her. I am too old for games.