“There’s a kind of spurious good fellowship between the English and this country. It’s a tradition to booze together and swap meals and pretend to be friends, though we hate each other like poison. Hanging together we call it. It’s a political necessity. Of course, drink is what keeps the machine going. We should allContinue reading “RKS British Literature: Booze as the Cement of the British Empire (George Orwell)”
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