The past is a curious thing. It’s with you all the time. I suppose an hour never passes without your thinking of things that happened ten or twenty years ago, and yet most of the time it’s got no reality, it’s just a set of facts that you’ve learned, like a lot of stuff in a history book. Then some chance sight or sound or smell, especially smell, sets you going, and the past doesn’t merely come back to you, you’re actually IN the past. It was like that at this moment.
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It is difficult to see how Gandhi's methods could be applied in a country where opponents of the regime disappear in the middle of the night and are never heard of again. Without a free press and the right of assembly, it is impossible not merely to appeal to outside opinion, but to bring a mass movement into being, or even to make your intentions known to your adversary. Is there a Gandhi in Russia at this moment? And if there is, what is he accomplishing?
George OrwellA humanitarian is always a hypocrite
George OrwellIt was like trying to make a move at chess when you were already mated.
George OrwellBut I tell you, Winston, that reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.
Whatever the Party holds
to be the truth, is truth. It is impossible to see reality except
by looking through the eyes of the Party.
لن تجد في البشر إنساناً صالحاً إلا الموتى منهم !.
George OrwellLa cosa orribile dei Due Minuti d'Odio era che nessuno veniva obbligato a recitare. Evitare di farsi coinvolgere era infatti impossibile. Un'estasi orrenda, indotta da un misto di paura e di sordo rancore, un desiderio di uccidere, di torturare, di spaccare facce a martellate, sembrava attraversare come una corrente elettrica tutte le persone lì raccolte, trasformando il singolo individuo, anche contro la sua volontà, in un folle urlante, il volto alterato da smorfie. E tuttavia, la rabbia che ognuno provava costituiva un'emozione astratta, indiretta, che era possibile spostare da un oggetto all'altro come una fiamma ossidrica.
George OrwellSummer days, and the flat water meadows and the blue hills in the distance, and the willows up the backwater and the pools underneath like a kind of deep green glass. Summer evenings, the fish breaking the water, the nightjars hawking round your head, the smell of nightstocks and latakia. Don’t mistake what I’m talking about. It’s not that I’m trying to put across any of that poetry of childhood stuff. I know that’s all baloney. Old Porteous (a friend of mine, a retired schoolmaster, I’ll tell you about him later) is great on the poetry of childhood. Sometimes he reads me stuff about it out of books. Wordsworth. Lucy Gray. There was a time when meadow, grove, and all that. Needless to say he’s got no kids of his own. The truth is that kids aren’t in any way poetic, they’re merely savage little animals, except that no animal is a quarter as selfish.
A boy isn’t interested in meadows, groves, and so forth. He never looks at a landscape, doesn’tgive a damn for flowers, and unless they affect him in some way, such as being good to eat, he doesn’t know one plant from another. Killing things - that’s about as near to poetry as a boy gets. And yet all the while there’s that peculiar intensity, the power of longing for things as you can’t long when you’re grown up, and the feeling that time stretches out and out in front of you and that whatever you’re doing you could go on for ever.
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He did not suppose, from what he could remember of her, that she had been an unusual women, still less an intelligent one; and yet she had possessed a kind of nobility, a kind of purity, simply because the standards that she obeyed were private ones. Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from the outside. It would not have occurred to her that an action which is ineffectual thereby becomes meaningless. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
George OrwellMọi con vật đều bình đẳng, nhưng một số con vật bình đẳng hơn những con khác.
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