“Your whole life is a life of lies. Year after year you sit in Kipling-haunted little Clubs, whisky to the right of you, Pink’un to the left of you, listening and eagerly agreeing while Colonel Bodger develops his theory that those bloody Nationalists should be boiled in oil. You hear your Oriental friends called “greasy little babus’, and you admit dutifully, that they are greasy little babus. You see louts fresh from school kicking grey-haired servants. The time comes when you burn with hatred of your own countrymen, when you long for a native uprising to drown their Empire in blood.”
George Orwell, “Burmese Days”, 1935.
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