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n Such Were the Joysn: Three-and-a-half stars, rounded up due to the savvy Orwellian marriage of literary craft with recollected misery. It truly makes the Canadian public educational system—one which I experienced from the broad perspective of four different provinces—appear paradisaical in comparison. If I could, I'd reach backwards in time to send poor Eric Blair the comforting gravelly timbre of Steve Earle.
n Charles Dickensn: Four stars, and serious impetus via a critical encomium of a true English classic what delivers a hard textual hoof to the ass in signal that I must get my shit in gear and honk down on some of Chuck D's finest, toot duh sweet. Orwell's final assessment of Dickens is glorious:
n Charles Dickensn: Four stars, and serious impetus via a critical encomium of a true English classic what delivers a hard textual hoof to the ass in signal that I must get my shit in gear and honk down on some of Chuck D's finest, toot duh sweet. Orwell's final assessment of Dickens is glorious:
n He is laughing, with a touch of anger in his laughter, but no triumph, no malignity. It is the face of a man who is always fighting against something, but who fights in the open and is not frightened, the face of a man who is generously angry—in other words, of a nineteenth-century liberal, a free intelligence, a type hated with equal hatred by all the smelly little orthodoxies which are now contending for our souls.n