We spend our lives in abusing England but grow very angry when we hear a foreigner saying exactly the same… — George Orwell

The modern English literary world, at any rate the high-brow section of it, is a sort of poisonous jungle where only weeds can flourish.

Tea, the Englishman's opium.

It directs attention away from the central fact that poverty is poverty, whether the tool you work with is a pick-axe or a fountain-pen.