Inspired by reading George Orwell for my Politics and Literature class Summer A semester.
I love the way he poignantly points out the vicious dichotomy between the upper and lower classes. Without the crowd there is no leader. Without the workers in the belly of the hotel there are no lavish rooms for the guests to enjoy. The upper classes disdain and look down on the very people who are the mechanism they flourish because of. The working class are the inherent part of the machine that runs the empire yet are not satisfied by the value they create. The hatred this stimulates is the beetlejuice they spit upon the dresses of the rich.
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