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Animal Farm Chapter 3 Quotes

The animals were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be. Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure, now that it was truly their own food, produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by a grudging master.

His answer to every problem, every setback, was “I will work harder!” – which he had adopted as his personal motto.

Nobody stole, nobody grumbled over his rations, the quarreling and biting and jealousy which had been normal features of life in the old days had almost disappeared.

dynamic verbs of power and action to describe Squealer
‘Squealer excitedly whisking his tail from side to side’
what does Snowball set up for the animals education
‘Animal Committees’
shows boxer was working hard (simile)
‘seemed like three horses rather than one’
mollie depicted as disobediant
‘refused to learn anything but/ her own name’
napoleon is only focused on his developing his own agenda (puppies)
he ‘took them away from their mothers, saying he would make himself responsible’
rehitorical question that makes pigs sound selfless (squealer)
‘ you do not imagine, i hope, that we pigs are doing this in spirit of selfishness and privilege?’
Statistics used by Squealer to manipulate animals about the milk and apples
they ‘preserve out health’ ‘this has been proved by science’
Squealer uses the animals fear to manipulate animals about the milk and apples
if the pigs ‘failed in our duty’ ‘jones would come back’ ‘surely there is no one among you that wants to see jones come back?’
what technique does Squealer use to control the animals thoughts

Old Benjamin, the donkey, seemed quite unchanged since the Rebellion. He did his work in the same slow obstinate way as he had done it in Jones’s time, never shirking and never volunteering for extra work either. About the Rebellion and its results he would express no opinion. When asked whether he was not happier now that Jones was gone, he would say only “Donkeys live a long time. None of you has ever seen a dead donkey,” and the others had to be content with this cryptic answer.


The mystery of where the milk went to was soon cleared up. It was mixed every day into the pigs’ mash.

The early apples were now ripening, and the grass of the orchard was littered with windfalls. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day, however, the order went forth that all the windfalls were to be collected and brought to the harness-room for the use of the pigs.

“Comrades!” he cried. “You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us.”

“Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for YOUR sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back! Surely, comrades,” cried Squealer almost pleadingly.

The importance of keeping the pigs in good health was all too obvious. So it was agreed without further argument that the milk and the windfall apples (and also the main crop of apples when they ripened) should be reserved for the pigs alone.