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YEARS passed. The seasons came and went, the short animal lives fled
by. A time came when there was no one who remembered the old days
before the Rebellion, except Clover, Benjamin, Moses the raven, and a
number of the pigs.
Muriel was dead; Bluebell, Jessie, and Pincher were dead. Jones too
was dead-he had died in an inebriates' home in another part of the
country. Snowball was forgotten. Boxer was forgotten, except by the
few who had known him. Clover was an old stout mare now, stiff in the
joints and with a tendency to rheumy eyes. She was two years past the
retiring age, but in fact no animal had ever actually retired. The talk of
setting aside a corner of the pasture for superannuated animals had long
since been dropped. Napoleon was now a mature boar of twenty-four
stone. Squealer was so fat that he could with difficulty see out of his
eyes. Only old Benjamin was much the same as ever, except for being a
little greyer about the muzzle, and, since Boxer's death, more morose
and taciturn than ever.
There were many more creatures on the farm now, though the increase
was not so great as had been expected in earlier years. Many animals
had been born to whom the Rebellion was only a dim tradition, passed
on by word of mouth, and others had been bought who had never heard
mention of such a thing before their arrival. The farm possessed three
horses now besides Clover. They were fine upstanding beasts, willing
workers and good comrades, but very stupid. None of them proved able
to learn the alphabet beyond the letter B. They accepted everything that
they were told about the Rebellion and the principles of Animalism,
especially from Clover, for whom they had an almost filial respect; but
it was doubtful whether they understood very much of it.
The farm was more prosperous now, and better organised: it had even
been enlarged by two fields which had been bought from Mr.
Pilkington. The windmill had been successfully completed at last, and
the farm possessed a threshing machine and a hay elevator of its own,
and various new buildings had been added to it. Whymper had bought
himself a dogcart. The windmill, however, had not after all been used
for generating electrical power. It was used for milling corn, and
brought in a handsome money profit. The animals were hard at work
building yet another windmill; when that one was finished, so it was
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said, the dynamos would be installed. But the luxuries of which
Snowball had once taught the animals to dream, the stalls with electric
light and hot and cold water, and the three-day week, were no longer
talked about. Napoleon had denounced such ideas as contrary to the
spirit of Animalism. The truest happiness, he said, lay in working hard
and living frugally.
Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without
making the animals themselves any richer-except, of course, for the
pigs and the dogs. Perhaps this was partly because there were so many
pigs and so many dogs. It was not that these creatures did not work,
after their fashion. There was, as Squealer was never tired of
explaining, endless work in the supervision and organisation of the
farm. Much of this work was of a kind that the other animals were too
ignorant to understand. For example, Squealer told them that the pigs
had to expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things
called "files," "reports," "minutes," and "memoranda." These were large
sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing, and as
soon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the furnace. This was
of the highest importance for the welfare of the farm, Squealer said. But
still, neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their own labour; and
there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good.
As for the others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always
been. They were generally hungry, they slept on straw, they drank from
the pool, they laboured in the fields; in winter they were troubled by the
cold, and in summer by the flies. Sometimes the older ones among
them racked their dim memories and tried to determine whether in the
early days of the Rebellion, when Jones's expulsion was still recent,
things had been better or worse than now. They could not remember.
There was nothing with which they could compare their present lives:
they had nothing to go upon except Squealer's lists of figures, which
invariably demonstrated that everything was getting better and better.
The animals found the problem insoluble; in any case, they had little
time for speculating on such things now. Only old Benjamin professed
to remember every detail of his long life and to know that things never
had been, nor ever could be much better or much worse-hunger,
hardship, and disappointment being, so he said, the unalterable law of
life.
And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, they never lost, even
for an instant, their sense of honour and privilege in being members of
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Animal Farm. They were still the only farm in the whole county-in all
England!-owned and operated by animals. Not one of them, not even
the youngest, not even the newcomers who had been brought from
farms ten or twenty miles away, ever ceased to marvel at that. And
when they heard the gun booming and saw the green flag fluttering at
the masthead, their hearts swelled with imperishable pride, and the talk
turned always towards the old heroic days, the expulsion of Jones, the
writing of the Seven Commandments, the great battles in which the
human invaders had been defeated. None of the old dreams had been
abandoned. The Republic of the Animals which Major had foretold,
when the green fields of England should be untrodden by human feet,
was still believed in. Some day it was coming: it might not be soon, it
might not be with in the lifetime of any animal now living, but still it
was coming. Even the tune of Beasts of England was perhaps hummed
secretly here and there: at any rate, it was a fact that every animal on
the farm knew it, though no one would have dared to sing it aloud. It
might be that their lives were hard and that not all of their hopes had
been fulfilled; but they were conscious that they were not as other
animals. If they went hungry, it was not from feeding tyrannical human
beings; if they worked hard, at least they worked for themselves. No
creature among them went upon two legs. No creature called any other
creature "Master." All animals were equal.
One day in early summer Squealer ordered the sheep to follow him, and
led them out to a piece of waste ground at the other end of the farm,
which had become overgrown with birch saplings. The sheep spent the
whole day there browsing at the leaves under Squealer's supervision. In
the evening he returned to the farmhouse himself, but, as it was warm
weather, told the sheep to stay where they were. It ended by their
remaining there for a whole week, during which time the other animals
saw nothing of them. Squealer was with them for the greater part of
every day. He was, he said, teaching them to sing a new song, for
which privacy was needed.
It was just after the sheep had returned, on a pleasant evening when the
animals had finished work and were making their way back to the farm
buildings, that the terrified neighing of a horse sounded from the yard.
Startled, the animals stopped in their tracks. It was Clover's voice. She
neighed again, and all the animals broke into a gallop and rushed into
the yard. Then they saw what Clover had seen.
It was a pig walking on his hind legs.
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Yes, it was Squealer. A little awkwardly, as though not quite used to
supporting his considerable bulk in that position, but with perfect
balance, he was strolling across the yard. And a moment later, out from
the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs, all walking on their
hind legs. Some did it better than others, one or two were even a trifle
unsteady and looked as though they would have liked the support of a
stick, but every one of them made his way right round the yard
successfully. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a
shrill crowing from the black cockerel, and out came Napoleon himself,
majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and
with his dogs gambolling round him.
He carried a whip in his trotter.
There was a deadly silence. Amazed, terrified, huddling together, the
animals watched the long line of pigs march slowly round the yard. It
was as though the world had turned upside-down. Then there came a
moment when the first shock had worn off and when, in spite of
everything-in spite of their terror of the dogs, and of the habit,
developed through long years, of never complaining, never criticising,
no matter what happened-they might have uttered some word of protest.
But just at that moment, as though at a signal, all the sheep burst out
into a tremendous bleating of-
"Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better! Four
legs good, two legs better!"
It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by the time the sheep
had quieted down, the chance to utter any protest had passed, for the
pigs had marched back into the farmhouse.
Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. He looked round. It was
Clover. Her old eyes looked dimmer than ever. Without saying
anything, she tugged gently at his mane and led him round to the end of
the big barn, where the Seven Commandments were written. For a
minute or two they stood gazing at the tatted wall with its white
lettering.
"My sight is failing," she said finally. "Even when I was young I could
not have read what was written there. But it appears to me that that wall
looks different. Are the Seven Commandments the same as they used to
be, Benjamin?"
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For once Benjamin consented to break his rule, and he read out to her
what was written on the wall. There was nothing there now except a
single Commandment. It ran:
ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL
BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL
THAN OTHERS
After that it did not seem strange when next day the pigs who were
supervising the work of the farm all carried whips in their trotters. It did
not seem strange to learn that the pigs had bought themselves a wireless
set, were arranging to install a telephone, and had taken out
subscriptions to John Bull, TitBits, and the Daily Mirror. It did not
seem strange when Napoleon was seen strolling in the farmhouse
garden with a pipe in his mouth-no, not even when the pigs took Mr.
Jones's clothes out of the wardrobes and put them on, Napoleon himself
appearing in a black coat, ratcatcher breeches, and leather leggings,
while his favourite sow appeared in the watered silk dress which Mrs.
Jones had been used to wear on Sundays.
A week later, in the afternoon, a number of dogcarts drove up to the
farm. A deputation of neighbouring farmers had been invited to make a
tour of inspection. They were shown all over the farm, and expressed
great admiration for everything they saw, especially the windmill. The
animals were weeding the turnip field. They worked diligently hardly
raising their faces from the ground, and not knowing whether to be
more frightened of the pigs or of the human visitors.
That evening loud laughter and bursts of singing came from the
farmhouse. And suddenly, at the sound of the mingled voices, the
animals were stricken with curiosity. What could be happening in there,
now that for the first time animals and human beings were meeting on
terms of equality? With one accord they began to creep as quietly as
possible into the farmhouse garden.
At the gate they paused, half frightened to go on but Clover led the way
in. They tiptoed up to the house, and such animals as were tall enough
peered in at the dining-room window. There, round the long table, sat
half a dozen farmers and half a dozen of the more eminent pigs,
Napoleon himself occupying the seat of honour at the head of the table.
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The pigs appeared completely at ease in their chairs The company had
been enjoying a game of cards but had broken off for the moment,
evidently in order to drink a toast. A large jug was circulating, and the
mugs were being refilled with beer. No one noticed the wondering
faces of the animals that gazed in at the window.
Mr. Pilkington, of Foxwood, had stood up, his mug in his hand. In a
moment, he said, he would ask the present company to drink a toast.
But before doing so, there were a few words that he felt it incumbent
upon him to say.
It was a source of great satisfaction to him, he said-and, he was sure, to
all others present-to feel that a long period of mistrust and
misunderstanding had now come to an end. There had been a time-not
that he, or any of the present company, had shared such sentiments-but
there had been a time when the respected proprietors of Animal Farm
had been regarded, he would not say with hostility, but perhaps with a
certain measure of misgiving, by their human neighbours. Unfortunate
incidents had occurred, mistaken ideas had been current. It had been
felt that the existence of a farm owned and operated by pigs was
somehow abnormal and was liable to have an unsettling effect in the
neighbourhood. Too many farmers had assumed, without due enquiry,
that on such a farm a spirit of licence and indiscipline would prevail.
They had been nervous about the effects upon their own animals, or
even upon their human employees. But all such doubts were now
dispelled. Today he and his friends had visited Animal Farm and
inspected every inch of it with their own eyes, and what did they find?
Not only the most up-to-date methods, but a discipline and an
orderliness which should be an example to all farmers everywhere. He
believed that he was right in saying that the lower animals on Animal
Farm did more work and received less food than any animals in the
county. Indeed, he and his fellow-visitors today had observed many
features which they intended to introduce on their own farms
immediately.
He would end his remarks, he said, by emphasising once again the
friendly feelings that subsisted, and ought to subsist, between Animal
Farm and its neighbours. Between pigs and human beings there was
not, and there need not be, any clash of interests whatever. Their
struggles and their difficulties were one. Was not the labour problem
the same everywhere? Here it became apparent that Mr. Pilkington was
about to spring some carefully prepared witticism on the company, but
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for a moment he was too overcome by amusement to be able to utter it.
After much choking, during which his various chins turned purple, he
managed to get it out: "If you have your lower animals to contend
with," he said, "we have our lower classes!" This bon mot set the table
in a roar; and Mr. Pilkington once again congratulated the pigs on the
low rations, the long working hours, and the general absence of
pampering which he had observed on Animal Farm.
And now, he said finally, he would ask the company to rise to their feet
and make certain that their glasses were full. "Gentlemen," concluded
Mr. Pilkington, "gentlemen, I give you a toast: To the prosperity of
Animal Farm!"
There was enthusiastic cheering and stamping of feet. Napoleon was so
gratified that he left his place and came round the table to clink his mug
against Mr. Pilkington's before emptying it. When the cheering had
died down, Napoleon, who had remained on his feet, intimated that he
too had a few words to say.
Like all of Napoleon's speeches, it was short and to the point. He too,
he said, was happy that the period of misunderstanding was at an end.
For a long time there had been rumours-circulated, he had reason to
think, by some malignant enemy-that there was something subversive
and even revolutionary in the outlook of himself and his colleagues.
They had been credited with attempting to stir up rebellion among the
animals on neighbouring farms. Nothing could be further from the
truth! Their sole wish, now and in the past, was to live at peace and in
normal business relations with their neighbours. This farm which he
had the honour to control, he added, was a co-operative enterprise. The
title-deeds, which were in his own possession, were owned by the pigs
jointly.
He did not believe, he said, that any of the old suspicions still lingered,
but certain changes had been made recently in the routine of the farm
which should have the effect of promoting confidence stiff further.
Hitherto the animals on the farm had had a rather foolish custom of
addressing one another as "Comrade." This was to be suppressed. There
had also been a very strange custom, whose origin was unknown, of
marching every Sunday morning past a boar's skull which was nailed to
a post in the garden. This, too, would be suppressed, and the skull had
already been buried. His visitors might have observed, too, the green
flag which flew from the masthead. If so, they would perhaps have
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noted that the white hoof and horn with which it had previously been
marked had now been removed. It would be a plain green flag from
now onwards.
He had only one criticism, he said, to make of Mr. Pilkington's
excellent and neighbourly speech. Mr. Pilkington had referred
throughout to "Animal Farm." He could not of course know-for he,
Napoleon, was only now for the first time announcing it-that the name
"Animal Farm" had been abolished. Henceforward the farm was to be
known as "The Manor Farm"-which, he believed, was its correct and
original name.
"Gentlemen," concluded Napoleon, "I will give you the same toast as
before, but in a different form. Fill your glasses to the brim. Gentlemen,
here is my toast: To the prosperity of The Manor Farm! "
There was the same hearty cheering as before, and the mugs were
emptied to the dregs. But as the animals outside gazed at the scene, it
seemed to them that some strange thing was happening. What was it
that had altered in the faces of the pigs? Clover's old dim eyes flitted
from one face to another. Some of them had five chins, some had four,
some had three. But what was it that seemed to be melting and
changing? Then, the applause having come to an end, the company took
up their cards and continued the game that had been interrupted, and the
animals crept silently away.
But they had not gone twenty yards when they stopped short. An uproar
of voices was coming from the farmhouse. They rushed back and
looked through the window again. Yes, a violent quarrel was in
progress. There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious
glances, furious denials. The source of the trouble appeared to be that
Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades
simultaneously.
Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No
question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The
creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and
from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was
which.
George Orwell, London, 1946

Using this chapter 10 text, find quotes that answers each question and that annotation you would put like note on the margin:
• What year/time is it? How does Orwell note the passing of time? Why isn't he more specific?
• Do the animals get to retire?
• Which animals does Orwell choose to give the reader an update on?
• What is the mix of animals like on the farm. How does this demographic help or hurt the animals? the pigs?
• How many horses did it take to replace Boxer?
• Aside from the Windmill, what other farm machines did the farm invest in?
• How was Napoleon using the energy generated by the windmill? Is it as Snowball planned?
• Note the paradox on page 129 with the paragraph that starts: "Somehow..."
• Today, the farm would be considered "top heavy," can you find where that is described?
• What animals are in the majority? Who eats the most? Who does the most physical work? Irony?
• How has Benjamin's view of life on the farm changed or not changed? What reason does he give for this?
• Why do the rest of the animals still feel pride in their farm?
• How do the animals see their lives as different from animals that live on human farms?
• Why did Squealer take the sheep?
• All the pigs learn how to do what?
• On page 133, the powershift it complete with a single line. Find it.
• How do you think the human visitors perceive the animal workers as when they tour the farm?
• What kind of meeting is happening between the animal and human farmers?
• Find the places in the text (pages 135+) from the human farmers' speeches which literally speak the opposite of
what Old Major said in his speech on page 11.
• What is Napoleon's speech mostly about?
• What has the farm been renamed to? Why did it change?
• The final paragraph is very demonstrative, what do the animals "see?"

Also, be sure to label **EVERY** propaganda device that is being used by the pigs and others. If it's said by the narrator, and it isn't describing like an action made by one of the animals or something, it's probably not propaganda and likely an actual truthful statement, but take that on a case-by-case basis. If there isn't a propaganda device in a piece of text you think you should quote, don't quote it and go "no propaganda device here! just the animals doing animal stuff" Just quote the propaganda devices only and why. Do not use the quotes you previously stated for the questions as basis for the propaganda devices, use the whole book, not just the quotes you picked out for the questions. Show all the propaganda devices AFTER all the questions.
Here are the propaganda devices you can use:
Cult of personality-Creating an image of a charismatic, powerful, and attractive leader who will
magnetize peoplet loyalty and approval;

Name-calling and character smears-Associating repugnant characteristics with a person or grouP
without any proof, solely in order to evoke disapproval;

Slogans and anthem.s-Catchy phrases and songs to get and keep peoplet attention; capitalize on
the idea that ifwe hear something often enough we will come to believe it;

Disinformation-Deliberately denying the accuracy of the truth and planting erroneous ideas in
peoplet minds;

Capitalizing onfear and insecurity-Evoking peoplet anxieties to prompt either action or inaction