Animal Farm (1)
‘That evening loud laughter and bursts of singing came from the farmhouse. And suddenly, at the sound of the mingled voices, the animals were stricken with curiosity. What could be happening in there, now that for the first time animals and human beings were meeting on terms of equality? With one accord they began to creep as quietly as possible into the farmhouse garden (…) and such animals as were tall enough peered into the dining-room window. There, round the long table, sat half a dozen farmers and half a dozen of the more eminent pigs (…) The pigs appeared completely at ease in their chairs. The company had been enjoying a game of cards, but had broken off for the moment, evidently in order to drink a toast.(…)
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? (…) what was it that seemed to be melting and changing?
(…)
[But now] a violent quarrel was in progress. There were shouting, 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.’
George Orwell (1943-44) Animal Farm: A Fairy Story
Assustador e fantástico...especialmente a última frase do excerto, em que homens e porcos acabam por se tornar quase indistinguíveis... As realidades confluem entre si e os extremos muitas vezes tocam-se. Esse aspecto sim deve ser cuidadosamente tomado em conta...
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