Reading Mr. Malcolm Muggeridge’s brilliant and depressing book, The Thirties,
I thought of a rather cruel trick I once played on a wasp. He was
sucking jam on my plate, and I cut him in half. He paid no attention,
merely went on with his meal, while a tiny stream of jam trickled out of
his severed esophagus. Only when he tried to fly away did he grasp the
dreadful thing that had happened to him. It is the same with modern man.
The thing that has been cut away is his soul, and there was a period —
twenty years, perhaps — during which he did not notice it.
George Orwell, Time and Tide, 6 April 1940
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