Day and night, we are watching over your welfare. It is for your sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples." While
this swinish brotherhood sells out the revolution, cynically editing the Seven Commandments to excuse their violence and greed, the common animals are once again left hungry and exhausted, no better off than in the days when humans ran the
farm. Satire
Animal Farm may be, but it's a stony reader who remains unmoved when the stalwart workhorse, Boxer, having
given his all to his comrades, is sold to the glue factory to buy booze for the pigs. Orwell's view of Communism is bleak indeed, but given the history of the Russian people since 1917, his pessimism has an air of prophecy.