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“ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL

BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS” (Orwell 51-52).&amp;nbsp;

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         <description><![CDATA[<div>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.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>(Orwell 140)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Animal Farm" had been abolished. Henceforward the farm was to be known as "The Manor Farm" - which he believed was its correct and original name.</div>]]></description>
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         <author>jonathan_jacobi</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Between pigs and humans there was not , and there need not be, any clashes of interest whatever. Their struggles and their difficulties were one" (Orwell 53).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"There was a deadly silence. Amazed, terrified, huddling together, the animals watched the long line of pigs march slowly around the yard. It was as though the world had turned upside down" (Orwell 133). </div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"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," (Orwell 141).&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It was a pig walking on its hind legs" (Orwell 51)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;&#39;Comrade Napoleon sprang forward with a cry of ’Death to Humanity!’ and
sank his teeth in Jones’s leg? Surely you remember that, comrades?’&quot; (Orwell 32)</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-30 16:21:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As for the others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always been. They were generally hungry, they slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in the fields; in winter they were troubled by the cold, and in summer by the flies" (Orwell </div>]]></description>
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         <title>A</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Between pigs and human beings there was not, and there need not be, any clash of interests whatever. Their struggles and their difficulties were one" (Orwell 53).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He believed that he was right in saying that the lower animals on Animal Farm did more work and received less food than any animals in the country" (Orwell 137).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"In April, Animal Farm was </div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"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" (Orwell 54).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot; &#39;It is for your sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back! Surely, comrades,&#39; cried Squealer almost pleadingly, skipping from side to side and whisking his tail, &#39;surely there in no one among you who wants to see Jones come back?&#39; &quot; </title>
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         <title>&quot;&amp;nbsp;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It had become </div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It had become usual to give Napoleon the credit for every successful achievement and every stroke of good fortune" (Orwell 36)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"‘What is that gun firing for?’ said Boxer.<br>‘To celebrate our victory!’ cried Squealer.<br>‘What victory?’ said Boxer. His knees were bleeding, he had lost a shoe and split his hoof, and a dozen pellets had lodged themselves in his hind leg.<br>‘What victory, comrade? Have we not driven the enemy off our soil — the sacred soil of Animal Farm?’" (Orwell 40).<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'Four legs good, two legs better</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'Four legs good, two legs <em>better</em>!'" (Orwell 134).</div>]]></description>
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         <author>jonathan_jacobi</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"They worked diligently, hardly raising their faces from the ground, and not knowing whether to be more frightened of the pigs or of the human visitors" (Orwell 52).<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Alfred Simmonds, Horse Slaughterer and Glue Boiler, Willingdon. Dealer in Hides and Bone-Meal. Kennels Supplied.’ Do you not understand what that means? They are taking Boxer to the knacker’s!’" (Orwell 47)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, they never lost, their sense of honour and privilege in being members of the Animal Farm." (Orwell 50)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Napoleon now called upon them to confess their crimes. They were the same four pigs as had protested when Napoleon abolished the Sunday Meetings. Without any further prompting they confessed that they had been secretly in touch with Snowball ever since his expulsion, that they had collaborated with him in destroying the windmill, and that they had entered into an agreement with him to hand over Animal Farm to Mr. Frederick. They added that Snowball had privately admitted to them that he had been Jones’s secret agent for years past. When they had finished their confession, the dogs promptly tore their throats out, and in a terrible voice Napoleon demanded whether any other animal had anything to confess.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Besides, in those days they had been slaves and now they were free" (Orwell 43-44)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As they approached the farm Squealer, who had unaccountably been absent during the fighting, came skipping towards them, whisking his tail and beaming with satisfaction" (Orwell 105).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Boxer has fallen! He is lying on his side and can’t get up!’ (Orwell 46)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Boxer has fallen! He is lying on his side and can’t get up!’ <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel, and out came Napoleon himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and with his dogs gambolling around him. He carried a whip in his trotter" (Orwell&nbsp;51).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Mu</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Muriel read the Commandment for her. It ran "No animal shall kill any other animal without cause." Somehow or another, the last two words had slipped out of the animals' memory. But they saw now that the commandment had not been violated; for clearly there was good reason for killing the traitors who had leagues themselves with snowball." (Orwell 91-92</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then they saw what Clover had seen. </div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then they saw what Clover had seen. It was a pig</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then they saw what Clover had seen. It was a pig, walking on two legs." (Orwell </div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;The animals were not sure what the word meant, but Squealer spoke so persuasively, and the three dogs who happened to be with him growled so threateningly, that they accepted his explanation without further questions&quot; (Orwell 58).</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-30 16:27:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"But doubtless it had been worse in the old days.&nbsp; They were glad to believe so.&nbsp; Besides, in those days they had been slaves and now they were free, and that made all the difference, as Squealer did not fail to point out" (Orwell 43).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“has stated categorically—categorically, comrade—that Snowball was Jones’s agent from the very beginning—yes, and from long before the Rebellion was ever thought of.”</div>]]></description>
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