Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.

Records told the same tale, then the lie passed into history and became truth.

When I see a policeman with a club beating a man on the ground, I don't have to ask whose side I'm on.

From the proletarians nothing is to be feared. Left to themselves, they will continue from generation to generation and from century to century, working, breeding, and dying, not only without any impulse to rebel, but without the power of grasping that the world could be other than it is.

The clock struck half past two. In the little office at the back of Mr. McKechnie's bookshop, Gordon--Gordon Comstock, last member of the Comstock family, aged twenty-nine and rather moth-eaten already--lounged across the table, pushing a fourpenny packet of Player's Weights open and shut with his thumb.

Every life viewed from the inside is a series of defeats.

I do not wish to comment on the work; if it does not speak for itself, it is a failure.