When Major dies, two young pigs, Snowball and Napoleonassume command and consider it a duty to prepare for the Rebellion. The animals revolt, driving the drunken, irresponsible farmer Mr.
The Road to Wigan Pier Chapter 8 The road from Mandalay to Wigan is a long one and the reasons for taking it are not immediately clear. In the earlier chapters of this book I have given a rather fragmentary account of various things I saw in the coal areas of Lancashire and Yorkshire.
I went there partly because I wanted to see what mass- unemployment is like at its worst, partly in order to see the most typical section of the English working class at close quarters.
This was necessary to me as part of my approach to Socialism, for before you can be sure whether you are genuinely in favour of Socialism, you have got to decide whether things at present are tolerable or not tolerable, and you have got to take up a definite attitude on the terribly difficult issue of class.
Here I shall have to digress and explain how my own attitude towards the class question was developed. Obviously this involves writing a certain amount of autobiography, and I would not do it if I did not think that I am sufficiently typical of my class, or rather sub-caste, to have a certain symptomatic importance.
I was born into what you might describe as the lower-upper-middle class. The upper-middle class, which had its heyday in the eighties and nineties, with Kipling as its poet laureate, was a sort of mound of wreckage left behind when the tide of Victorian prosperity receded.
Or perhaps it would be better to change the metaphor and describe it not as a mound but as a layer--the layer of society lying between L and L a year: You notice that I define it in terms of money, because that is always the quickest way of making yourself understood.
Nevertheless, the essential point about the English class-system is that it is not entirely explicable in terms of money. Roughly speaking it is a money-stratification, but it is also interpenetrated by a sort of shadowy caste-system; rather like a jerrybuilt modem bungalow haunted by medieval ghosts.
Hence the fact that the upper- middle class extends or extended to incomes as low as L a year--to incomes, that is, much lower than those of merely middle-class people with no social pretensions. A naval officer and his grocer very likely have the same income, but they are not equivalent persons and they would only be on the same side in very large issues such as a war or a general strike--possibly not even then.
Of course it is obvious now that the upper-middle class is done for. But before the war the upper-middle class, though already none too prosperous, still felt sure of itself. Before the war you were either a gentleman or not a gentleman, and if you were a gentleman you struggled to behave as such, whatever your income might be.
Between those with L a year and those with L or even L a year there was a great gulf fixed, but it was a gulf which those with L a year did their best to ignore. Probably the distinguishing mark of the upper-middle class was that its traditions were not to any extent commercial, but mainly military, official, and professional.
People in this class owned no land, but they felt that they were landowners in the sight of God and kept up a semi-aristocratic outlook by going into the professions and the fighting services rather than into trade. To belong to this class when you were at the L a year level was a queer business, for it meant that your gentility was almost purely theoretical.
You lived, so to speak, at two levels simultaneously. Theoretically you knew all about servants and how to tip them, although in practice you had one, at most, two resident servants.
Theoretically you knew how to wear your clothes and how to order a dinner, although in practice you could never afford to go to a decent tailor or a decent restaurant.
Theoretically you knew how to shoot and ride, although in practice you had no horses to ride and not an inch of ground to shoot over. It was this that explained the attraction of India more recently Kenya, Nigeria, etc.
The people who went there as soldiers and officials did not go there to make money, for a soldier or an official does not want money; they went there because in India, with cheap horses, free shooting, and hordes of black servants, it was so easy to play at being a gentleman.
In the kind of shabby-genteel family that I am talking about there is far more consciousness of poverty than in any working-class family above the level of the dole.
Rent and clothes and school-bills are an unending nightmare, and every luxury, even a glass of beer, is an unwarrantable extravagance. Practically the whole family income goes in keeping up appearances.
Actually, however, they are or were fairly numerous. Most clergymen and schoolmasters, for instance, nearly all Anglo- Indian officials, a sprinkling of soldiers and sailors, and a fair number of professional men and artists, fall into this category.
But the real importance of this class is that they are the shock-absorbers of the bourgeoisie. The real bourgeoisie, those in the L a year class and over, have their money as a thick layer of padding between themselves and the class they plunder; in so far as they are aware of the Lower Orders at all they are aware of them as employees, servants, and tradesmen.
But it is quite different for the poor devils lower down who are struggling to live genteel lives on what are virtually working-class incomes.
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An extraordinary typewritten letter from then-publisher T.S Eliot to a relatively unknown George Orwell rejecting the now classic Animal Farm has been revealed for the first time. The American Empire.
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