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Page Barbara moves the plastic planter that fits around the fall pipe on the patio. The cavity beneath provides a home for a toad. I take particular notice of its eyes because I recently came across the following quote from George Orwell (1903-1950) in a television documentary George Orwell, a life in pictures (BBC2) celebrating the centenary of his birth:
Orwell was so good at describing, in a plain, truthful but vivid and darkly humorous way, the misery and injustice of our modern world and the effects of war and totalitarianism on the lives of ordinary people. He saw that capitalism and industrialism have evil effects and realised that socialist utopias are likely doomed to failure. How then should we, as individuals, live our lives? He makes this suggestion in his essay In Praise of the Common Toad, first published in Tribune in April, 1946,
If that's good enough for Orwell - who went through the Spanish Civil War, imperial Burma and World War II (not to mention an awful prep school) - then it's good enough for me. He was far from politically naive. That's what I want to spend my life doing from now on: simply looking at a toad, or experiencing the spring. I've done my bit in the political/ecological action sphere and I've no longer have any illusions about the way the decision-making process works. I don't feel I'm opting out: I feel that studying nature, just seeing nature, can be a subversive and in some ways a political activity (since to be apolitical is to take a political stance). I can't resist one more quote from Orwell's delightful essay which you can read at www.K-1.com and at various other sites on the Internet.
I'll leave it to you to find out what the author of 1984 has to say about such attitudes! Brown-lipped SnailAs I cut the hawthorn hedge I'm surprised to find a brown-lipped snail, striped like a humbug, right up amongst the top branches, four feet above ground level. It retracts into its shell, returning to ground level the quick way; falling from its perch. By the way, that buzzard, which I mentioned yesterday was back this evening, same time, same place, soaring low over the valley. This time there was no crow around to mob it.
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