Guest Post: George Orwell

Light and shadow: Sometimes one stands on a crag whose shadow is cast hundreds of feet below. If one stands on the edge of it, naturally one’s shadow is cast beyond that of the crag. But I notice that whereas the shadow of the rock is black & solid, that of the human body, or anything over about 50 feet, is faint & indistinct, like the shadow of a bush. At short distances this is not noticeable, but at long distances, say 200 feet & over, one seems to have almost no shadow at all.

Many years later, his widow Sonia remarks: Of course he shot a fucking elephant. He said he did. Why do you always doubt his fucking word!

Thanks to Mark Collins for drawing it to our attention: For he was indeed an Englishman.