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“Modern man is rather like a bisected wasp which goes on sucking jam and pretends that the loss of its abdomen does not matter”

Quote by George Orwell

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Essays

Essays is a compilation of non-fictional pieces that delve into a wide range of subjects, including philosophy, culture, and personal experiences. Each essay is an individual piece of writing that presents a unique perspective on its subject matter. 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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