One could have imagined him thousands of years old. And if that happened it was quite probable that some of them would laugh. He was an Indian, a black Dravidian coolie, almost naked, and he could not have been dead many minutes.
They had seen the rifle and were all shouting excitedly that I was going to shoot the elephant. And suddenly I realized that I should have to shoot the elephant after all.
I remember that it was a cloudy stuffy morning at the beginning of the rains. The older men said I was right, the younger men said it was a damn shame to shoot an elephant for killing a coolie, because an elephant was worth more than any damn Coringhee coolie.
Early one morning the sub-inspector at a police station the other end of the town rang me up on the phone and said that an elephant was ravaging the bazaar. This was picked upon in his works 'Animal Farm' and ''. It was a very poor quarter, a labyrinth of squalid bamboo huts, thatched with palm-leaf, winding all over a steep hillside.
It seemed to me that it would be murder to shoot him. That is invariably the case in the East; a story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events the vaguer it becomes.
I did not even know that the British Empire is dying, still less did I know that it is a great deal better than the younger empires that are going to supplant it. The narrator then leaves the beast, unable to be in its presence as it continues to suffer.
It was an immense crowd, two thousand at the least and growing every minute. And at that distance, peacefully eating, the elephant looked no more dangerous than a cow. Although the elephant had turned violent and killed a Tamil Coolie earlier in the day, it had subsequently quietened down and was calmly eating grass when Orwell came across the pachyderm a few yards from the road.
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He comments on how, even though he is of the ruling class, he finds himself either largely ignored by the Burmese people or hated. He chose this name because George was the patron saint of England and Orwell was th name of a river he liked.
His elderly colleagues agree that killing the elephant was the best thing to do, but the younger ones believe that it was worth more than the Indian it killed. He looked suddenly stricken, shrunken, immensely old, as though the frightful impact of the bullet had paralysed him without knocking him down.
"Shooting an Elephant" is an essay by English writer George Orwell, first published in the literary magazine New Writing in late and broadcast by the BBC Home Service on 12 October And Orwell candidly acknowledges that he did it to avoid looking like a fool before the natives.
George Orwell Why George Orwell Shot the Big Elephant added by maxiwebagadir.com on May 23, Why or why not * Orwell did shoot the elephant because he felt the pressure that came from thousands of native people behind him when he got the rifle in his hand.
Those people expected Orwell to shoot the elephant. Orwell realized that if he could shoot the elephant he. Why Did Orwell Shoot The Elephant. Carlson January 27th, To Shoot or Not to Shoot an Elephant A European man is stuck in a dreadful job, in a foreign country, where he is already disliked, and is faced with a decision that would impact a few thousand people.
George Orwell, the author of the essay, is a sub divisional police officer in. I did not then know that in shooting an elephant one would shoot to cut an imaginary bar running from ear-hole to ear-hole. I ought, therefore, as the elephant was sideways on, to have aimed straight at his ear-hole, actually I aimed several inches in front of this, thinking the brain would be further forward.
Orwell says that he did not intend to shoot the elephant. He only got the gun so that he could protect himself if need be. When he actually saw the elephant, he became convinced that there was no.Why did orwell shoot the elephant