. There, comrades, is the
answer to all our problems.
It is summed up in a single
word--Man. Man is the only
real enemy we have.
Remove Man from the
scene, and the root cause
of hunger and overwork is
abolished for ever.
Man is the only creature
that consumes without
producing . He sets them
to work, he gives back to
them the bare minimum
that will prevent them
from starving, and the rest
he keeps for himself.
And what has happened to that
milk which should have been
breeding up sturdy calves?
Every drop of it has gone down
the throats of our enemies.
Never listen when they tell you that
Man and the animals have a common
interest, that the prosperity of the one
is the prosperity of the others. It is all
lies.
Man serves the
interests of no
creature except
himself.
And among us animals let there
be perfect unity, perfect
comradeship in the struggle. All
men are enemies. All animals are
comrades."
Whatever goes upon two
legs is an enemy. Whatever
goes upon four legs, or has
wings, is a friend.
And remember also that
in fighting against Man,
we must not come to
resemble him.
Even when you have conquered
him, do not adopt his vices. No
animal must ever live in a house, or
sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or
drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or
touch money, or engage in trade.
All the habits
of Man are evil.
And, above all, no animal must
ever tyrannise over his own kind.
Weak or strong, clever or simple,
we are all brothers. No animal
must ever kill any other animal.
All animals are equal
Chapter 4
It was lucky that the
owners of the two
farms which adjoined
Animal Farm were on
permanently bad
terms.
One of them, which was
named Foxwood, was a large,
neglected, old-fashioned
farm, much overgrown by
woodland, with all its
pastures worn out and its
hedges in a disgraceful
condition.
Its owner, Mr. Pilkington, was an
easy-going gentleman farmer
who spent most of his time in
fishing or hunting according to
the season.
The other farm, which
was called Pinchfield,
was smaller and
better kept.
Its owner was a Mr. Frederick, a
tough, shrewd man, perpetually
involved in lawsuits and with a name
for driving hard bargains.
These two disliked
each other so much
that it was difficult for
them to come to any
agreement, even in
defence of their own
interests.
Nevertheless, they were both
thoroughly frightened by the
rebellion on Animal Farm, and
very anxious to prevent their own
animals from learning too much
about it.
And yet the song was irrepressible.
The blackbirds whistled it in the
hedges, the pigeons cooed it in the
elms, it got into the din of the
smithies and the tune of the church
bells. And when the human beings
listened to it, they secretly
trembled, hearing in it a prophecy
of their future doom.
Chapter 6
It was about this time
that the pigs suddenly
moved into the
farmhouse and took up
their residence there.
Chapter 7
It was vitally necessary to conceal this
fact from the outside world.
Emboldened by the collapse of the
windmill, the human beings were
inventing fresh lies about Animal Farm.
Once again it was being put about that
all the animals were dying of famine and
disease, and that they were continually
fighting among themselves and had
resorted to cannibalism and infanticide.
Chapter 8
There were times
when it seemed to
the animals that
they worked longer
hours and fed no
better than they had
done in Jones's day.
It was a few days later
than this that the pigs
came upon a case of
whisky in the cellars
of the farmhouse. It
had been overlooked
at the time when the
house was first
occupied.
In the general
rejoicings the
unfortunate
affair of the
banknotes
was
forgotten.
Chapter 9
Truth to tell, Jones and all he stood
for had almost faded out of their
memories. They knew that life
nowadays was harsh and bare, that
they were often hungry and often
cold, and that they were usually
working when they were not asleep.
But doubtless it had been worse in
the old days. They were glad to
believe so
Chapter 10
It was a pig walking
on his hind legs.
Yes, it was Squealer. A
little awkwardly, as
though not quite used
to supporting his
considerable bulk in
that position, but with
perfect balance, he was
strolling across the yard.
And a moment later,
out from the door of the
farmhouse came a long
file of pigs, all walking
on their hind legs
He carried a whip in his trotter.
There was a deadly silence.
Amazed, terrified, huddling
together, the animals
watched the long line of
pigs march slowly round
the yard. It was as though
the world had turned
upside-down.
After that it did not
seem strange when next
day the pigs who were
supervising the work of
the farm all carried
whips in their trotters. It
It did not seem strange when
Napoleon was seen strolling in
the farmhouse garden with a pipe
in his mouth-no, not even when
the pigs took Mr. Jones's clothes
out of the wardrobes and put
them on.
That evening
loud laughter
and bursts of
singing came
from the
farmhouse
What could be happening in
there, now that for the first
time animals and human
beings were meeting on
terms of equality?
. Between pigs and human
beings there was not, and there
need not be, any clash of
interests whatever.
"If you have your lower animals
to contend with," he said, "we
have our lower classes!" This
bon mot set the table in a roar;
and Mr. Pilkington once again
congratulated the pigs on the
low rations, the long working
hours, and the general absence
of pampering which he had
observed on Animal Farm.
Henceforward the farm
was to be known as "The
Manor Farm"-which, he
believed, was its correct
and original name.
But they had not gone twenty yards
when they stopped short. An uproar of
voices was coming from the farmhouse.
They rushed back and looked through
the window again. Yes, a violent quarrel
was in progress. There were shoutings,
bangings on the table, sharp suspicious
glances, furious denials. The source of
the trouble appeared to be that
Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each
played an ace of spades simultaneously.
Twelve voices were
shouting in anger, and
they were all alike.
No
question,
now, what
had
happened
to the
faces of
the pigs.
The creatures outside
looked from pig to
man, and from man to
pig, and from pig to
man again; but already
it was impossible to
say which was which.