Author of quotes: George Orwell

We are all drowning in the mud. Whenever I talk to anyone or read someone's texts who have any personal biases, I see that intellectual honesty and balanced judgment have simply disappeared from the face of the earth. Everyone’s thought is prosecutorial, everyone only presents their own arguments, deliberately suppressing the opinion of their opponent and, moreover, with complete insensitivity to any suffering other than their own and their friends.

... the government elevated the town to the rank of a district center and a center of progress, which was expressed by the establishment of judicial and police offices with a whole army of very fat, but always hungry servants of the law, the construction of a school, a hospital and, of course, the construction of another of those impressive, capacious prisons, with which the British built up all the land from Gibraltar to Hong Kong ...

The judging system of Wu Po Kin was simple. He would not pass an unlawful sentence for any gifts, for he knew that sooner or later a corrupt judge would be caught. His wise, reliable method was to accept the bribes of both disputing parties, to decide the case strictly according to the law. This, by the way, greatly strengthened his official reputation. And in terms of income, in addition to bribes from clients, he established some kind of firm personal tribute from subordinate villages; non-payers were punished by an invasion of bandit gangs, or arrests of elders on trumped-up charges, or other troubles that ended only with full calculation. The judge was also paid a share of the robberies in his area.

Antichrist Monthly was a magazine of moderately high-brow claims, with a vehement, albeit very vague, leftist direction.

The rich man never pretend to be poor; money, like a corpse, is sure to emerge.

The horror is tearing through - money, money! For an apartment, taxes, salary will not be added, a bill from the headmaster, transport, shoes for children. Plus an insurance policy. And, my God, the wife is pregnant again! Did I laugh out loud enough when the boss joked yesterday?

Everyone whispers to himself: Winter

I recalled the picture of the early morning - black ant hordes of clerks flowing into the subway shafts, small insects, each with a briefcase in one hand, a newspaper in the other, and fear of a beggarly sack sharpens the heart. A soul-searching secret fear!

Damn poverty - crushes endless prison isolation.

When you can barely make ends meet, leading a secular life is not easy.

Perhaps other related Comstocks lived somewhere, because Grandpa had more than a dozen brothers and sisters. But if there were any, they, having made their way into the people, lost contact with the impoverished branch; bonds of money are stronger than blood relations.

Uncle in his old age, apparently not too tormented by longing. He had one, but constantly entertaining hobby - illness. Finding in his own body all the ailments from the medical reference book, he never tired of listing them.

Gordon grew up, matured. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine. The future, having lost its rosy tones, stood out concretely and ominously.

Albion's style of work was distinguished by the spirit of the sharpest modernity. Everyone here knew that the essence of advertising is a brazen commercial deception.