"The further a society drifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it."
"She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wildrose beauty, and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been laundering, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty years. At the end of it she was still singing."
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Source: George Orwell, A.M. Heath (2003). “Animal Farm and 1984”, p.311, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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