There was a clanking noise, and then dead silence. The people said that the elephant had come suddenly upon him round the corner of the hut, caught him with its trunk, put its foot on his back and ground him into the earth.
No one had the guts to raise a riot, but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice over her dress. The narrator then sees a village woman chasing away children who are looking at the corpse of an Indian whom the elephant has trampled and killed.
I took my rifle, an old. In the end I could not stand it any longer and went away.
So the time passed, with dun talk and dull obscenities. I noted with interest, as an instance of the vicious passions that football provokes, that the sporting correspondent of the russophile News Chronicle took the anti-Russian line and maintained that Arsenal was not an all-England team.
At each step his muscles slid neatly into place, the lock of hair on his scalp danced up and down, his feet printed themselves on the wet gravel. His body did not even jerk when the shots hit him, the tortured breathing continued without a pause.
It was an instructive sight. You start off, stooping slightly, down the dim-lit gallery, eight or ten feet wide and about five high, with the walls built up with slabs of shale, like the stone walls in Derbyshire. I was young and ill-educated and I had had to think out my problems in the utter silence that is imposed on every Englishman in the East.
Also, I had my dinner from the workhouse table, and it was one of the biggest meals I have ever eaten. An enormous relief had come upon us now that the job was done.
For at that moment, with the crowd watching me, I was not afraid in the ordinary sense, as I would have been if I had been alone. Two warders marched on either side of the prisoner, with their rifles at the slope; two others marched close against him, gripping him by arm and shoulder, as though at once pushing and supporting him.
The thick blood welled out of him like red velvet, but still he did not die. The wretched prisoners huddling in the stinking cages of the lock-ups, the grey, cowed faces of the long-term convicts, the scarred buttocks of the men who had been flogged with bamboos — all these oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt.
Go away this instant! Before I had been down a mine I had vaguely imagined the miner stepping out of the cage and getting to work on a ledge of coal a few yards away.
They have done it since childhood, they have the right muscles hardened, and they can move to and fro underground with a startling and rather horrible agility. You begin to wonder whether you will ever get to the end—still more, how on earth you are going to get back.
The first impression of all, overmastering everything else for a while, is the frightful, deafening din from the conveyor belt which carries the coal away. That is invariably the case in the East; a story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events the vaguer it becomes.
It can move backwards or forwards on its own power, and the men operating it can rotate it this way or that.
He gave her a list of 37 writers and artists he considered to be unsuitable as IRD authors because of their pro-communist leanings.
Orwell is also known for his insights about the political implications of the use of language. The crowd would laugh at me.George Orwell: George Orwell, English novelist, essayist, and critic famous for his novels Animal Farm () and Nineteen Eighty-four ().
Shooting an Elephant In Moulmein, in Lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people — the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. I was sub-divisional police officer of the town, and in an aimless, petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter.
Mahatma Gandhi In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. The Sporting Spirit, the article of George Orwell. First published: December by/in Tribune, GB, London.
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borrow an elephant rifle. I had already sent back the pony, not wanting it to go made with fright and throw me if it smelt the elephant. The orderly came back in a few minutes with a rifle and five cartridges, and meanwhile some Burmans had arrived and told us that the elephant was in the paddy fields below, only a few hundred yards away.Download