Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
George OrwellThe object of terrorism is terrorism. The object of oppression is oppression. The object of torture is torture. The object of murder is murder. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?
George Orwell[Political] prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated hen-house.
George OrwellNo advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer.
George Orwell