orwell

There was a hushed murmur in the barn that evening. After many years of despotic rule by Napoleon, the younger generation of animals, led by an audacious pig named Maximus, had begun questioning the principles of Animalism. Maximus was unlike the other pigs, for he possessed an insatiable thirst for truth, a virtue he inherited from his grandmother, Snowball.

In the desolate landscape of Airstrip One, former London, wistful ghosts of freedom lingered. Winston Smith, responsible for the manipulation of historical records at the Ministry of Truth, an irony lost to none, felt a familiar discomfort lodge in his chest, one that was no stranger: the despairing sensation of hope.