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“Only old Benjamin professed to remember every detail of his long life and to know that things never had been, nor ever could be much better or much worse--hunger, hardship, and disappointment being, so he said, the unalterable law of life.”

Quote by George Orwell

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Animal Farm

George Orwell's novel depicts the rise and fall of a group of animals who overthrow their human masters and establish their own society, only to find that power corrupts and the original ideals are lost. more

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George Orwell
George Orwell

George Orwell, born Eric Arthur Blair, was a British novelist and political critic. Known for his sharp social criticism and profound insights into totalitarianism, Orwell is best remembered for his novels '1984' and 'Animal Farm', which remain influential to this day. more

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