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How to move on, when you have never left?
When souls remain, yet the body is gone?
I made a promise, that I couldn't keep,
Shackled, to time, and time's distances too.
I try to forget, but remembering,
that not even you, have forgotten me--
I know that, and this: that I shall not you.
No time, did you take, to do me forsake.
No loss, have you known, in your moving on.
But one soul remains, between me and you,
and three bodies, which it can't compensate.
Mine is alone: but a shell of a man--
Yours is aflame, with a shell of a man.
Who are we, if we not bodies, but souls?
And where you and I, if distance is not?
I made a promise, that I couldn't keep--
We are that promise, and promises keep.
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I had read this novel in high school but rereading again, over a decade later, I have a much better appreciation of Orwell's writing style and the themes he discusses. It is quite sad, both in the greed and selfishness of the pigs and the ignorance and naivete of the animals.
Overall though I enjoyed it. It was short and simple, a flowing narrative with clear themes and building conflict.
>ibn4, good book, any other suggestions? (i have already read 1984)