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The Road to Wigan Pier quotes about identity

9 quotes on identity from The Road to Wigan Pier by George Orwell, each verified verbatim against the text and located in the book. Drawn from the 11 in the full collection.

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He is a sort of caryatid upon whose shoulders nearly everything that is not grimy is supported.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 2
You can never forget that spectacle once you have seen it—the line of bowed, kneeling figures, sooty black all over, driving their huge shovels under the coal with stupendous force and speed.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 2
For it is brought home to you, at least while you are watching, that it is only because miners sweat their guts out that superior persons can remain superior.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 2
It is a kind of duty to see and smell such places now and again, especially smell them, lest you should forget that they exist; though perhaps it is better not to stay there too long.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 1
The road from Mandalay to Wigan is a long one and the reasons for taking it are not immediately clear.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 8
That was what we were taught—the lower classes smell.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 8
One sometimes gets the impression that the mere words 'Socialism' and 'Communism' draw towards them with magnetic force every fruit-juice drinker, nudist, sandal-wearer, sex-maniac, Quaker, 'Nature Cure' quack, pacifist, and feminist in England.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 11
Socialism means the overthrow of tyranny, at home as well as abroad.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 13
we have nothing to lose but our aitches.
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier (1937), Chapter 13

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