Let's start a new tomorrow$$$ today.

It is a small world. You do not have to live in it particularly long to learn that for yourself. There is a theory that$$$ in the whole world$$$ there are only five hundred real people (the cast$$$ as it were; all the rest of the people in the world$$$ the theory suggests$$$ are extras) and what is more$$$ they all know each other. And it's true$$$ or true as far as it goes.

They were kissing. Put like that$$$ and you could be forgiven for presuming that this was a normal kiss$$$ all lips and skin and possibly even a little tongue. You'd miss how he smiled$$$ how his eyes glowed. And then$$$ after the kiss was done$$$ how he stood$$$ like a man who had just discovered the art of standing and had figured out how to do it better than anyone else who would ever come along.

To sum up then: when we examine fiction from the point of view of form$$$ we can see four chief strands binding it together$$$ novel$$$ confession$$$ anatomy$$$ and romance.

We have thus answered the question: are there narrative categories of literature broader than$$$ or logically prior to$$$ the ordinary literary genres? There are four such categories: the romantic$$$ the tragic$$$ the comic$$$ and the ironic or satiric.

Hence every work of literature has both a fictional and a thematic aspect$$$ and the question of which is more important is often simply a matter of opinion or emphasis in interpretation.

Now$$$ comrades$$$ what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable$$$ laborious$$$ and short.

The sinister fact about literary censorship in England is that it is largely voluntary. Unpopular ideas can be silenced$$$ and inconvenient facts kept dark$$$ without the need for any official ban. Anyone who has lived long in a foreign country will know of instances of sensational items of news — things which on their own merits would get the big headlines-being kept right out of the British press$$$ not because the Government intervened but because of a general tacit agreement that ‘it wouldn’t do’ to mention that particular fact.

No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions$$$ comrades$$$ and then where should we be?

Four legs good$$$ two legs bad.