"Winston and Syme pushed their trays beneath the grille. On to each was dumped swiftly the regularion lunch - a metal pannikin of pinkish-grey stew, a hunk of bread, a cube of cheese, a mug of milkless Victory Coffee, and one saccharine tablet."
I think that the symbol from this passage is presented by the description of the food. The way the food is described makes a person feel the oppression that the people under Big Brother feel. Just imagine going through the same thing day after day at work (I know, you probably already have to do that). While you are at work you are constantly being watched by your supperiors, and if you make even the slightest slip up in your complexion you can get arrested. While at work you all have a break where you go down to the lunch room. Everyday you get the exact same food, and everyday you get to talk with people; however, you have to watch where your topics go because if they hear/see something that isn't as it should be you can be arrested for Thoughtcrime.
Even when you go home you are being watched. If you don't follow everything that needs to be done when the Party says that it needs to be done you can get in trouble. You have to be careful with what you even think because sometimes the thoughts will find a way to play across your face. Even if you don't notice it, the Thought Police could possibly have seen it meaning that you have committed Facecrime. This is how the people in Oceania live everyday. They are oppressed in every manner of life. There is no such thing as privacy.
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