автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Shooting an Elephant

George Orwell

No one had the guts to raise a riot

With one part of my mind I thought of the British Raj as an unbreakable tyranny, as something clamped down, in saecula saeculorum, upon the will of prostrate peoples; with another part I thought that the greatest joy in the world would be to drive a bayonet into a Buddhist priest’s guts. Feelings like these are the normal by-products of imperialism; ask any Anglo-Indian official, if you can catch him off duty.

a story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events the vaguer it becomes

He becomes a sort of hollow, posing dummy, the conventionalized figure of a sahib

I perceived in this moment that when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys.

Go away this instant

No one had the guts to raise a riot

army of people jostling at my heels

the nearer you get to the scene

of events the vaguer it becomes.