"[S]he gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken [her] to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of h[er] nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. [S]he had won the victory over h[er]self. [S]he loved Big Brother."
Smithian reflection?