Nothing is ever New

There was the same hearty cheering as before, and the mugs were emptied to the dregs. But as the animals outside gazed at the scene, it seemed to them that some strange thing was happening. What was it that had altered in the faces of the pigs? Clover’s old dim eyes flitted from one face to another. Some of them had five chins, some had four, some had three. But what was it that seemed to be melting and changing? Then, the applause having come to an end, the company took up their cards and continued the game that had been interrupted, and the animals crept silently away. 

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.

Ah, there is nothing like a good old passage from George Orwell.  Animal Farm,… such an unsuspecting title, often met with jest.  And yet it treats one of humanity’s most sought-after treasures : Power,  not for the salvation of humanity, not for the immense wealth, not for that page in History, just for the sake of it. “[A]lways there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler”. Subtler indeed! Napoleon the pig did not come to free the animals from the yoke of the old farmer, Napoleon the pig came to establish a new, more advanced, more sophisticated dictatorship, under a fraudulent banner of freedom. This is all too familiar with Nietzsche’s notorious : “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster”.

Anyway, I won’t spoil the book with more details, but I will say this : this is a must-read for anyone of any age, and it must be read without any prejudice in mind; Napoleon is not only an allegory of the communist regime back then, Napoleon can be anyone… Just think of the name that Orwell gave him…

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