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Cover to first edition of Brute Subcontract by George Orwell

ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL
BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS.

Animal Farm (1945) is a satirical novella (which can also be understood every bit a mod legend or allegory) by George Orwell, ostensibly about a grouping of animals who oust the humans from the farm on which they alive. They run the farm themselves, only to take information technology degenerate into a brutal tyranny of its own. The book was an allegory for the Soviet Union under Joseph Stalin.

Preface [edit]

Orwell's proposed preface to Animal Farm, first published in the Times Literary Supplement on fifteen September 1972

If the fable were addressed generally to dictators and dictatorships at large and so publication would be all right, but the legend does follow, as I see now, so completely the progress of the Russian Soviets and their two dictators, that it tin can apply only to Russia, to the exclusion of the other dictatorships.

Another matter: it would be less offensive if the predominant caste in the legend were not pigs. I think the choice of pigs as the ruling caste will no dubiety requite offence to many people, and particularly to anyone who is a bit touchy, equally undoubtedly the Russians are.

The servility with which the greater role of the English language intelligentsia have swallowed and repeated Russian propaganda from 1941 onwards would be quite phenomenal if it were non that they have behaved similarly on several earlier occasions. On ane controversial issue subsequently another the Russian viewpoint has been accepted without test then publicised with consummate condone to historical truth or intellectual decency.

An instance of this is the failure of the numerous and song English language pacifists to raise their voices against the prevalent worship of Russian militarism. According to those pacifists, all violence is evil, and they have urged the states at every phase of the war to give in or at to the lowest degree to make a compromise peace. Only how many of them have ever suggested that war is also evil when it is waged past the Red Army? Apparently the Russians accept a right to defend themselves, whereas for us to practice [so] is a mortiferous sin.

Affiliate one [edit]

No argument must lead you off-target. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. It is all lies.

At present, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us confront it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are built-in, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of usa who are capable of it are forced to piece of work to the concluding atom of our forcefulness; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an finish nosotros are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure later on he is a year quondam. No animal in England is gratuitous. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth.

Why and then practice we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from united states of america by homo beings. There, comrades, is the respond to all our problems. It is summed upward in a unmarried discussion--Man. Man is the only existent enemy we take. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever.

Man is the only animate being that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. All the same he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will forbid them from starving, and the residual he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet there is not i of usa that owns more than his blank skin.

Is it not crystal articulate, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only get rid of Human, and the produce of our labour would be our own. Virtually overnight we could go rich and free. What then must we exercise? Why, work night and day, body and soul, for the overthrow of the human being race! That is my message to you, comrades: Rebellion!

Recall, comrades, your resolution must never falter. No argument must lead you astray. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. It is all lies. Man serves the interests of no beast except himself. And amid u.s.a. animals let there exist perfect unity, perfect comradeship in the struggle. All men are enemies. All animals are comrades.

The vote was taken at once, and information technology was agreed by an overwhelming bulk that rats were comrades. At that place were only four dissentients, the three dogs and the cat, who was afterwards discovered to have voted on both sides.

All the habits of Man are evil. And, above all, no animal must always tyrannise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or uncomplicated, nosotros are all brothers. No animal must ever kill whatsoever other animal. All animals are equal.

Affiliate ii [edit]

"Comrade," said Snowball, "those ribbons that y'all are so devoted to are the badge of slavery. Can you not understand that liberty is worth more than than ribbons?"

The Seven Commandments:

Whatsoever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
No animal shall wear clothes.
No brute shall sleep in a bed.
No animal shall drink alcohol.
No brute shall kill any other animal.
All animals are equal.

Affiliate 3 [edit]

Donkeys live a long fourth dimension. None of you has e'er seen a expressionless donkey.

The importance of keeping the pigs in skilful health was all too obvious. So information technology was agreed without further argument that the milk and the windfall apples (and too the principal ingather of apples when they ripened) should exist reserved for the pigs alone.

Nobody stole, nobody grumbled over his rations, the quarreling and bitter and jealousy which had been normal features of life in the old days had nigh disappeared.

Old Benjamin, the donkey, seemed quite unchanged since the Rebellion. He did his work in the aforementioned slow obstinate fashion as he had done information technology in Jones's time, never shirking and never volunteering for extra piece of work either. About the Rebellion and its results he would express no opinion. When asked whether he was non happier now that Jones was gone, he would say merely "Donkeys live a long time. None of y'all has ever seen a expressionless ass," and the others had to be content with this cryptic answer.

Iv legs expert, two legs bad.

The early on apples were at present ripening, and the grass of the orchard was littered with windfalls. The animals had assumed every bit a affair of course that these would be shared out every bit; one day, all the same, the guild went forth that all the windfalls were to be collected and brought to the harness-room for the use of the pigs. At this some of the other animals murmured, but information technology was no use. All the pigs were in full agreement on this point, fifty-fifty Snowball and Napoleon. Grunter was sent to make the necessary explanations to the others.
"Comrades!" he cried. "You do non imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) comprise substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a grunter. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this subcontract depend on u.s.. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for YOUR sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. Practice yous know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Aye, Jones would come dorsum! Surely, comrades," cried Squealer nigh pleadingly, skipping from side to side and whisking his tail, "surely in that location is no i among y'all who wants to see Jones come back?"
At present if at that place was one thing that the animals were completely certain of, it was that they did not desire Jones back. When it was put to them in this light, they had no more to say. The importance of keeping the pigs in practiced health was all too obvious. Then it was agreed without further argument that the milk and the windfall apples (and as well the main crop of apples when they ripened) should exist reserved for the pigs alone.

Chapter four [edit]

"No sentimentality, comrade!" cried Snowball from whose wounds the blood was still dripping. "War is war. The but good human existence is a dead 1."

"The other farm, which was chosen Pinchfield, was smaller and amend kept."

Affiliate v [edit]

Until at present the animals had been near equally divided in their sympathies, merely in a moment Snowball's eloquence had carried them away.

Exercise not imagine, comrades, that leadership is a pleasure. On the contrary, information technology is a deep and heavy responsibility. No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to permit you brand your decisions for yourselves. Merely sometimes y'all might make the incorrect decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?
- Pig

Chapter 6 [edit]

All that twelvemonth the animals worked like slaves. Just they were happy in their work; they grudged no endeavor or sacrifice, well enlightened that everything that they did was for the benefit of themselves and those of their kind who would come up after them, and not for a pack of idle, thieving human beings.

Once once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness. Never to accept whatsoever dealings with human beings, never to engage in trade, never to make employ of money among the earliest resolutions passed at the first triumphant meeting when Jones was expelled? All the animals remembered or at least they thought that they remembered it.

Afterwards Squealer made a circular of the farm and set the animals' minds at rest. He assured them that the resolution against engaging in trade and using money had never been passed, or even suggested. It was pure imagination, probably traceable in the beginning to lies circulated by Snowball. A few animals still felt faintly doubtful, only Hog asked them shrewdly, "Are you sure that this is not something that yous have dreamed, comrades? Accept y'all whatever record of such a resolution? Is it written down anywhere?" And since it was certainly true that nothing of the kind existed in writing, the animals were satisfied that they had been mistaken.
It was about this time that the pigs all of a sudden moved into the farmhouse and took upward their residence there. Again the animals seemed to call up that a resolution against this had been passed in the early on days, and again Squealer was able to convince them that this was not the case. Information technology was absolutely necessary, he said, that the pigs, who were the brains of the farm, should accept a tranquillity place to work in. Information technology was also more suited to the nobility of the Leader (for of tardily he had taken to speaking of Napoleon under the title of "Leader") to live in a house than in a mere sty.

Squealer, who happened to be passing at this moment, attended by ii or three dogs, was able to put the whole matter in its proper perspective.
"You lot accept heard then, comrades," he said, "that we pigs now slumber in the beds of the farmhouse? And why non? You did not suppose, surely, that there was ever a ruling against beds? A bed merely ways a place to sleep in. A pile of straw in a stall is a bed, properly regarded. The rule was confronting sheets, which are a human invention. Nosotros have removed the sheets from the farmhouse beds, and slumber between blankets. And very comfortable beds they are too! But not more than comfortable than nosotros need, I tin can tell yous, comrades, with all the brainwork we have to do nowadays. You would not rob us of our repose, would yous, comrades? Yous would not take u.s.a. as well tired to carry out our duties? Surely none of you wishes to run across Jones back?"
The animals reassured him on this indicate immediately, and no more was said almost the pigs sleeping in the farmhouse beds. And when, some days later, it was announced that from now on the pigs would get up an hour later on in the mornings than the other animals, no complaint was made about that either.

Comrades, practise you know who is responsible for this? Practise y'all know the enemy who has come in the nighttime and overthrown our windmill? SNOWBALL!
- Napoleon

Affiliate vii [edit]

Whenever anything went wrong information technology became usual to attribute it to Snowball. If a window was broken or a drain was blocked upwardly, someone was certain to say that Snowball had come in the nighttime and washed it, and when the key of the store-shed was lost, the whole subcontract was convinced that Snowball had thrown it down the well. Curiously enough, they went on believing this even subsequently the mislaid key was found under a sack of meal.

"Ah, that is dissimilar!" said Boxer. "If Comrade Napoleon says it, information technology must be right."

And then the tale of confessions and executions went on, until there was a pile of corpses lying before Napoleon's feet and the air was heavy with the aroma of claret, which had been unknown there since the expulsion of Jones.
When it was all over, the remaining animals, except for the pigs and dogs, crept away in a torso. They were shaken and miserable. They did not know which was more shocking--the treachery of the animals who had leagued themselves with Snowball, or the fell retribution they had just witnessed. In the old days there had oft been scenes of mortality equally terrible, simply information technology seemed to all of them that information technology was far worse now that it was happening among themselves. Since Jones had left the farm, until today, no fauna had killed another animal.

Equally Clover looked downwardly the hillside her eyes filled with tears. If she could take spoken her thoughts, it would have been to say that this was non what they had aimed at when they had set themselves years ago to work for the overthrow of the human race. These scenes of terror and slaughter were not what they had looked forward to on that dark when sometime Major first stirred them to rebellion. If she herself had had any picture of the hereafter, it had been of a society of animals set gratis from hunger and the whip, all equal, each working co-ordinate to his capacity, the strong protecting the weak, every bit she had protected the lost brood of ducklings with her foreleg on the night of Major's spoken communication. Instead--she did not know why--they had come to a time when no one dared speak his listen, when fierce, growling dogs roamed everywhere, and when you had to watch your comrades torn to pieces after confessing to shocking crimes. There was no thought of rebellion or disobedience in her mind. She knew that, even as things were, they were far amend off than they had been in the days of Jones, and that before all else it was needful to prevent the return of the human beings. Whatsoever happened she would remain faithful, piece of work difficult, carry out the orders that were given to her, and have the leadership of Napoleon. But still, it was not for this that she and all the other animals had hoped and toiled.

Animal Farm, Brute Farm,
Never through me shalt thou come to harm!

Chapter 8 [edit]

Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves any richer — except, of grade, for the pigs and the dogs.

A few days afterward, when the terror caused past the executions had died downwardly, some of the animals remembered--or idea they remembered--that the 6th Commandment decreed "No animal shall kill whatsoever other animate being." And though no ane cared to mention it in the hearing of the pigs or the dogs, it was felt that the killings which had taken identify did not square with this. Clover asked Benjamin to read her the Sixth Commandment, and when Benjamin, as usual, said that he refused to meddle in such matters, she fetched Muriel. Muriel read the Commandment for her. It ran: "No animal shall kill whatsoever other animate being WITHOUT CAUSE." Somehow or other, the last 2 words had slipped out of the animals' memory. But they saw now that the Commandment had not been violated; for clearly there was good reason for killing the traitors who had leagued themselves with Snowball.

Napoleon was now never spoken of simply as "Napoleon." He was always referred to in formal style equally "our Leader, Comrade Napoleon," and this pigs liked to invent for him such titles as Father of All Animals, Terror of Mankind, Protector of the Sheep-fold, Ducklings' Friend, and the like. In his speeches, Squealer would talk with the tears rolling down his cheeks of Napoleon's wisdom, the goodness of his heart, and the deep dear he bore to all animals everywhere, even and especially the unhappy animals who still lived in ignorance and slavery on other farms. Information technology had become usual to requite Napoleon the credit for every successful achievement and every stroke of good fortune. You lot would often hear 1 hen remark to some other, "Under the guidance of our Leader, Comrade Napoleon, I have laid five eggs in six days"; or two cows, enjoying a beverage at the pool, would exclaim, "Cheers to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon, how excellent this water tastes!"

At the foot of the end wall of the big barn, where the Seven Commandments were written, there lay a ladder broken in two pieces. Squealer, temporarily stunned, was sprawling beside it, and near at hand there lay a lantern, a paint-brush, and an overturned pot of white paint. The dogs immediately made a band round Squealer, and escorted him back to the farmhouse every bit presently as he was able to walk. None of the animals could grade whatsoever thought as to what this meant, except quondam Benjamin, who nodded his cage with a knowing air, and seemed to empathize, simply would say null.

But a few days later Muriel, reading over the Seven Commandments to herself, noticed that there was all the same another of them which the animals had remembered wrong. They had idea the Fifth Commandment was "No animal shall beverage alcohol," merely there were two words that they had forgotten. Really the Commandment read: "No creature shall beverage booze TO Excess."

Chapter 9 [edit]

For the time being, certainly, it had been found necessary to make a readjustment of rations (Pig always spoke of it as a "readjustment," never as a "reduction"), but in comparing with the days of Jones, the improvement was enormous. Reading out the figures in a shrill, rapid phonation, he proved to them in item that they had more oats, more hay, more turnips than they had had in Jones'southward day, that they worked shorter hours, that their drinking water was of improve quality, that they lived longer, that a larger proportion of their immature ones survived infancy, and that they had more harbinger in their stalls and suffered less from fleas. The animals believed every discussion of information technology. Truth to tell, Jones and all he stood for had almost faded out of their memories. They knew that life nowadays was harsh and bare, that they were often hungry and often common cold, and that they were usually working when they were not asleep. But doubtless information technology had been worse in the old days. They were glad to believe then. Too, in those days they had been slaves and now they were gratuitous, and that made all the difference, as Squealer did not fail to betoken out.

Chapter 10 [edit]

Somehow information technology seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves any richer — except, of grade, for the pigs and the dogs.

It was a pig walking on his hind legs.

Four legs good, two legs improve!

the pigs came out the house on 2 legs holding whips

ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL, BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE More EQUAL THAN OTHERS.

The creatures exterior looked from pig to homo, and from man to pig, and from hog to man again; just already it was impossible to say which was which.

Quotes virtually Beast Farm [edit]

In Animal Farm, though Napoleon and the pigs may not "own" the ways to product in the technical sense of possessing a legal slice of paper that says they exercise ... the pigs behave as if they ain the farm and have a canine police force force to back up their claim.
- Peter Edgerly Firchow, in Modern Utopian Fictions from H.G. Wells to Iris Murdoch (2007), p. 106
Despite more than mere rumours of such atrocities, attitudes towards communism remained consistently positive among many Western intellectuals. There were other things to worry almost, and the Second World War allied the Soviet Union with the Western countries opposing Hitler, Mussolini, and Hirohito. Sure watchful eyes remained open up, nonetheless. Malcolm Muggeridge published a series of articles describing Soviet demolition of the peasantry as early as 1933, for the Manchester Guardian. George Orwell understood what was going on under Stalin, and he made information technology widely known. He published Fauna Farm, a legend satirizing the Soviet Union, in 1945, despite encountering serious resistance to the book'due south release. Many who should accept known better retained their blindness for long afterward this.
- Jordan Peterson, 12 Rules for Life: An Antitoxin to Chaos (2018), p. 309

External links [edit]

Total text online at Gutenberg Australia
Animal Farm quotes analyzed; themes, symbolism, characters, teacher guide

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