“It is altogether curious, your first contact with poverty. You have thought so much about poverty — it is the thing you have feared all your life, the thing you knew would happen to you sooner or later; and it is so utterly and prosaically different. You thought it would be quite simple; it is extraordinarily complicated. You thought it would be terrible; it is merely squalid and boring. It is the peculiar lowness of poverty that you discover first; the shifts that it put you to, the shifts that it puts you to, the complicated meanness, the crust wiping.” — p 13 Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell.
I have finished one of the Orwell’s essays this week (Homage to Catalonia; I’m a Spanish girl and I was interested in the book) and I loved it. I like how Orwell involved himself to write this kind of books, how easy tells you about it and how difficult it had to be.
I want to read this one too; my English teacher has talked me about it.