The Orwell Diaries - Days 61 - 67
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Excerpts from the past 7 days’ entries:
One egg.
One egg.
The half-starved donkey which I think was bought recently by M. Simont has discovered that the goats are given barley & comes across to rob them of it.
Immediately round our house it is an area mainly of vegetation and fruit gardens. There appear to be some good peasants who cultivate fairly considerable plots and keep them in fairly good order. There are also large and well-ordered market gardens, generally walled off and owned by Europeans or rich Arabs – generally the latter, I think. Contrasting their ground with that of the ordinary peasants, one sees the enormous difference made here by having the capital to run water conduits.
Passing a flock of sheep & goats today, a goat had just given birth to a kid. The shepherd picked up the kid & carried it & the mother hobbled after them, crying to the kid, with the placenta still hanging out of her. Goats will eat leaves of prickly pears. Others grazing at thorn bushes go down on all fours & creep under the thorns almost like a cat, to get at a few green leaves.
Put paraffin on water in the fountain yesterday. About 30 square feet, & about a cupful of paraffin covered it. Mosquito larvae all dead by this morning.
Fine, not very hot. One egg.
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