Chapter 351: Writer Orwell
"It's a pleasure to meet you. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The person who came was thin, with a hooked nose, wearing a navy blue suit, and looked very energetic.
Shaking hands with each other, Orwell always felt as if he had seen this person somewhere?
"Mr. Orwell, your novel is so well written!" The man sat down and said to Orwell: "I have read all the manuscripts of your book, although it is a fairy tale, the truth contained in it is really profound. β
Orwell's compliment made Orwell feel embarrassed, and his wife Irene had quietly withdrawn, and at this time, she had to be a foil with peace of mind.
"All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. When equality is also divided into high and low, the so-called equality is nothing but a self-deceptive lie, and the so-called freedom has become a complete joke, and the lowly commoners can only struggle silently in the predicament. The visitor continued.
This is Orwell's Animal Farm, he really didn't expect that the other party could say it so fluently, obviously really read his whole book.
This sentence, of course, is a sentence that Orwell deeply experienced, in Spain, as a left-wing intellectual, he resolutely took up arms and wanted to fight for justice and freedom.
However, on the Spanish battlefield, he was completely disappointed, and the defeat of the Spanish Civil War was not at all because of how strong Franco's army was, but because of the mutual tilting of the left-wing parties, and Orwell, as a Trotskyist, was almost purged.
This changed Orwell's thinking greatly, and he developed his own judgment on the nature of the Soviet Union under Stalin through his own experience and his knowledge of a series of events such as the Great Purge of the Soviet Union.
It's not convenient to write facts, so you can only rely on fairy tales.
What the other party said just now is what Orwell felt the most, the so-called equality and freedom are just his own wishful thinking, and in this world, there is no such thing at all.
It's stupid to want to pursue these things.
"Okay, now let's talk about publishing, we plan to publish 400,000 copies in advance..."
The upstairs talks are still going on, and Erin is downstairs, waiting patiently, outside the window, the spring is shining.
Just then, suddenly, she heard what seemed to be a low cry coming from next door.
What's going on?
The warmth and friendliness of the neighbors made Eileen feel like a family with them for a long time, and now, hearing the cry, Eileen immediately pulled her legs and walked towards the neighbor's house.
As she walked over, she happened to see the hostess of the neighbor's house, Osvia, who was in her fifties, sitting in a chair and unable to cry.
And her wife, Becker, was also full of tears at this time, but she did not cry.
"Our son, it's good!" Becker said: "He killed five Polish devils alone, all of them cavalry, and the last one was killed by him with a grenade, and he did not disgrace us!" β
Eileen's mind went blank as she saw the white death notice on the table.
Nels, the couple's only son, died on the battlefield in Poland, and now is the moment when the death notice arrives at their home.
Death, Eileen was deeply impressed, in Spain, almost every day, every fresh life disappeared, will make her feel the cruelty of war.
At the same time, when she went deeper, she and her husband's thoughts gradually got closer, no one is right or wrong, there is no justice and injustice, as long as there are contradictions, there are disputes, there will be wars.
"Yes, our son was posthumously recognized as a combat hero, and their entire battalion is a hero!" Becker shouted to his wife: "We are proud to have such a son!" β
Even as he said this, tears still flowed from the corners of his eyes.
All parents want their children to be safe.
At this time, Becker saw Erin and said, "Erin, are you here?" Have a seat. β
"Excuse me, both of you." At this time, Erin didn't know what to say.
"We are saddened by the death of Nels, but we are also proud of him." By this time, Osevia had stopped crying, and she said to Erin, "Erin, can you do us a favor?" β
"Absolutely." Erin said.
"Your husband, a writer, can he write the story of our battle in Nertz?" Osevia said to Erin.
Writing the story of their son's battle is a wish of the two old men.
And in the face of this request, what can Ossivia say? My own husband, who just writes fairy tales?
"Yes." Just then, a voice came from the door.
I don't know when, at the door, there were two more people, one was Eileen's husband, Orwell, and the other was the contact person of the publishing house.
The two looked at Orwell, and the voice they had just been able to make came out of Orwell's mouth.
Orwell and the visitor had finished the negotiations, and when they came out, they heard the movement next door, so they came over, and when they heard the request of the old couple, Orwell knew that he had no choice but to help him by virtue of the fact that the other party had sent his wife to the hospital in the middle of the night.
And the visitor next to Orwell was also very happy at this time: "Mr. Orwell, if you need it, I will help at any time, find someone to take you to the battlefield at that time, and find some parties to consult." β
οΌ Orwell turned his head in confusion and looked at the visitors of this publishing house, with such a great ability?
By this time, Becker had already recognized it.
"Goebbels? You are the Minister of Propaganda of our Reich, Goebbels? Becker took a few steps to see better.
"Yes, that's me, Nertz is good, he's an ordinary warrior, and our proudest warrior, he's the glory of the Empire, he's our hero." Goebbels said: "The Empire will not let these heroes go unnamed. β
Orwell was also stunned, he really didn't expect that the person who came to talk to him about publishing just now was not from the publishing house, but the Minister of Propaganda of the Empire, no wonder he looked a little familiar just now.
Paul Joseph Goebbels, German politician, orator. He was known as a "genius of propaganda" and a "mouthpiece of the Nazis" who defended Hitler's regime and maintained the institutions of the Third Reich with an iron fist, and was considered "the man who created Hitler".
There is sympathy, there is also-for-tat, Goebbels can speak well, obtained a doctor of philosophy, and does not think of the eloquence of ordinary people, but he sincerely admires Hitler's eloquence.
In 1922, Goebbels listened to a speech by Hitler and immediately decided to join the Nazi Party. A few years later, he clashed with Hitler's ideas, but after listening to a three-hour "brilliant" speech, he immediately "doubted his opinion" and decided to bow down to "this great man, the genius of politics."
Goebbels was a faithful man who stayed by Hitler's side until the very end, and shortly after Hitler's suicide, Goebbels committed suicide with his wife at 8 p.m. outside the basement of the Reich Chancellery after poisoning his six children.
When the empire falls, he will follow the empire, and such a person can be regarded as one of the heroes of the troubled times.
And now, history has undergone some changes, after Hitler's assassination, Goebbels was also indignant, not to mention that Cirek was the person who was by Hitler's side in the first place, and he was the second-in-command in the party, so Goebbels chose to continue to follow Cirek and avenge the FΓΌhrer.