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We were in my kitchen, he was marking his own work, his supervisor had returned his first essay with comments that were, in Gabriel’s words, technically complimentary and structurally wrong, which meant he was rewriting it. “What’s his name?” Gabriel said without looking up. “Theo,” I said. “What does he argue about?” “Everything,” I said. “Today it was whether Orwell’s personal politics compromised the integrity of Animal Farm as a political text.” Gabriel looked up. “What did you say?” “I said the personal politics were the text,” I said. “You can’t separate the argument from the man making it.” He looked at me for a moment. “Correct,” he said. “I know,” I said.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 hours late I stretch my arms over my head and groan. I started with English. I didn't realize how behind I am with my reading. I almost panicked when I saw this year's novel. It's 1984 by George Orwell, who thought this would be a good idea. On a normal day I would have enjoyed it but right now I'm on a deadline to complete three assignments based on the book.

I wish we didn't have to. 'We don't. At least I don't want to, Teddy. We didn't come to fairyland to get swept up in the same crap they had in England.' Lala was right. They had not moved to an adult's fairyland, a place where the sun shone and the wine flowed, where the scenery and the old-world charm, the lack of judgement of Lala's eccentric sexual proclivities (excepting, of course, those times when she'd been just a little too indiscreet) were so far away from the nosy, staid, too often sullen villages of their youth. But politics, as Teddy remembered what the writer George Orwell had observed, would not allow itself to be ignored: "In our age, there is no such thing as 'keeping out of