The thing about 1984 is that the first half of the book is the Protagonist spends the first half of the novel imagining how he would be tortured, once the authorities caught up with him, and then, the second half of the book is him being tortured exactly as he imagined it. I remember flipping between the front and back of the book as I was reading it, and realizing that even the descriptions of things were exactly the same.

George Orwell didn't have copy and paste tech available to him, but he might as well have. I gave up a little over half-way through, because I didn't want to have to sit through the same torture twice.

...And then, I learned that Orwell was dying of tuberculosis when he was writing that, and thought: "Well, that explains it!" all his energy was taken up with being sick, and he didn't have anything left to imagine a different ending.