Caleb calls it satire, a piece of dry reportage on the subject of animal farming lensed by its social implications, saying the key to elucidating its humour is in the specifics of its objectivity. I wonder aloud whether it’s alright to make light and Caleb clucks his tongue. ‘Light,’ he says, again, ‘is defined by its darkness and deceptively perceptual.’ Orwell, apparently, was alight. ‘The spirit of the times boiled inside that man before he splashed them on the page.’ I really wish I cared but I’m too engaged by all the animals to monitor his thoughts right now.

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4 thoughts on “Surveil

      • I’ve heard it’s supposed to be his 1984. I’ve only read the first few chapters. I typically dislike reading about writers or writing in fiction.

      • I understand, sometimes it can feel a little too proud of itself, like ‘look at how clever and well read I am.’

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