The child thinks of growing old as an almost obscene calamity, which for some mysterious reason will never happen to itself. All who have passed the age of thirty are joyless grotesques, endlessly fussing about things of no importance and staying alive without, so far as the child can see, having anything to live for. Only child life is real life.


The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell: In front of your nose, 1945-1950 (ed. 1968)


The child thinks of growing old as an almost obscene calamity, which for some mysterious reason will never happen to itself. All who have passed the...

The child thinks of growing old as an almost obscene calamity, which for some mysterious reason will never happen to itself. All who have passed the...

The child thinks of growing old as an almost obscene calamity, which for some mysterious reason will never happen to itself. All who have passed the...

The child thinks of growing old as an almost obscene calamity, which for some mysterious reason will never happen to itself. All who have passed the...