We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm
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How the Poor Die My right-hand neighbour was a little red-haired cobbler with one leg shorter than the other, who used to announce the death of any other patient (this happened a number of times, and my neighbour was always the first to hear of it) by whistling to me, exclaiming "NUMÉRO 43!" (or whatever it was) and flinging his arms above his head. This man had not much wrong with him, but in most of the other beds within my angle of vision some squalid tragedy or some plain horror was being enacted. Previously
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Much of George Orwell
's writings can be found online, including his essays
. Here are a few from the site linked in the FPP:
You and the Atomic Bomb It is a commonplace that the history of civilisation is largely the history of weapons.
Books vs. Cigarettes With prices as they now are, I am spending far more on tobacco than I do on books.
The Lion and the Unicorn As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.
A highlight of the site is the Road to Wigan Pier
Mr Brooker was a dark, small-boned, sour, Irish-looking man, and astonishingly dirty. I don't think I ever once saw his hands clean. As Mrs Brooker was now an invalid he prepared most of the food, and like all people with permanently dirty hands he had a peculiarly intimate, lingering manner of handling things. If he gave you a slice of bread-and-butter there was always a black thumb-print on it.
As I Please
, his collection of wartime essays for the Tribune, can also be found in bits and pieces on the web